Where does time go?

The days are passing faster than I can count.

This last week has been a world wind of getting things done, just not writing things.  With the holiday last Monday (President's day) it threw my week totally off.  Then on Sunday, my sister reminded me that the first of March is this Friday and here I thought I had another whole week in February yet.

The life of a writer isn't always about writing.  I'd like it to be, but life does get in the way.  This last week is an example.

There are things like: grocery shopping, cleaning the house, laundry, bills, balancing check books, runs to the bank, run to UPS to overnight paperwork, phone calls, cleaning out e-mail boxes, taking the dog to the groomer, training the dog (although I think she's training me), errands, lunch out with family and then there is preparing dinner every night and the clean up.

Oh and I forgot to add exercise.

In the next week, my life should calm down considerably.  A lot of last week was dealing with the sale of property, having the check finally arrive, and needing to get it invested where it would keep making some money and trying to minimize tax implications.

But it was also doing some necessary other things that I'd put off.

I honestly work at putting my writing first, but it doesn't always work for me.  I'm a work in progress, just like my books.

Have a great week.

Marie  

Snippet from Work in Progress

I thought I'd try something different and give you a snippet from my current work in progress.

            His kiss would be the death of her.

            "Oh, darling," his breath, hot and moist against her ear.

            "Yes, honey." She rubbed her body against his. She was giving the performance of her life. Her hands tightened on his broad shoulders, his soft hair just brushing her skin.  She nibbled at his ear.

            "Bedroom?" His voice was tight.

            Reaching down, she slipped her fingers between his hard stomach and jeans, then pulled him by his belt buckle.  She kept the barest of distance between their bodies while walking backwards.  The bedroom lay at the end of the hallway.

            Once inside, their legs tangled and they fell upon the blue satin quilt.  His hard erection pressing into her softness.  The bed quivered.

            "Oh, baby."  His fingers began unbuttoning her blouse.

            A crack and a snap filled the air, then there was air between her and the mattress.  She didn't even have time to let out a scream as the bed collapsed beneath them.

How is that for the beginning?  Can you guess what happens next?

Have a great week.

Football Season is Over

Now that the Superbowl has been played, the football season is over.

I wished the San Francisco Forty-Niners could have won, but the Ravens played a great game.  Watch out in 2014 the Forty-Niners will be back.  It was a win-win for the Harbaugh family, both coaches have something to be proud of.

Since its all done, I can now reclaim my Saturdays, Sundays, Monday and Thursday nights.  Yes, I watched football whenever it was one.

Now I'll watch some golf, but only the major ones, such as the Masters, FedEx cup and the US Open.  I enjoy watching the younger players moving up and the older players showing they still have the right stuff.

Do you watch sports on TV?  Or maybe play a sport or two?

Marie