THE PERFECT SCHEDULE - OR - NO SCHEDULE AT ALL
It would be very nice and convenient if I could set aside a special time where I would just sit down and write. It would be ideal to have a schedule for the day in which there is a specific time where I would have the quiet I need and the creativity flow inspiring me to be the great writer that I know I am. But that is not the case. You see, I’m washing dishes and I’m not really just washing dishes. I’m doing a scene in my head and sometimes saying the parts in a low whisper when my 9 year old daughter walks in and kindly asks, “Mommy are you talking to that dish?” I am running the vacuum but the noise is blocked out because in my head I am in Paris shopping. While I make the beds and pick up whatever is not in its place, I am questioning methods, philosophies and pondering on human behavior in general or in specific. You see, the Greek DNA flowing through my veins throws me in a philosophical state at any given moment. Usually not the planned kind of moments, but rath