(Just so you know we’re ignoring the fact that I didn’t post yesterday, let’s say it was part of my fool’s day prank and I was busy with a feverish wee one. )
(Also too we’re going to, for the day, ignore the fact that one of my goals for this month was to actually write these things ahead of time, and put mucho effort into them.)
I discovered the true fault to my lack of success in the writing world.
Thank you HGTV for cluing me in on the fact that REAL writers have offices the size of my house complete with a fireplace, a conference room, a book group reading nook and lots of sheer, drapey curtains that cost more than my car.
I should have known better!
Obviously if I had a space like that I’d be famous already. So the fault is not that of my lack of follow through, or self-confidence, and not even the fault of my lack of experience. No, the fault comes from the pile of binkies, sitting next to my laptop that rest on top of a left-handed desk (I’m right-handed btw), that is piled high with bills and notes and books, all in the corner of my dining room. (also too I’ve decided fault also rest on the distance from said desk to the coffee maker and to the bathroom)
I’m positive that Collins did not write the Hunger Games with legos balanced on her lap.
I need an office makeover, now. Or more appropriately, I Need an Office, NOW. (one without baby chicks in it)
My future book to movie deal is counting on it. Seriously, I already picked out the soundtrack.