The husband e-mailed me this photo (along with one of a mop) the other day.
“I just wanted you to know what they looked like.”
Later, he stopped running the vacuum cleaner as I walked by and placed my hand on it. “You can touch it,” he said. “It won’t hurt you.”
He’s totally exaggerating, but does have a point.
Housekeeping was just one of the activities that went on the back burner last year, when I decided to take my writing career more seriously.
Oh, I’ll still do it. But only if there’s time and energy left AFTER my writing is done.
It used to be just the opposite. I’d clean and run errands to clear my slate for writing. By the time everything was done, I was usually too exhausted to write.
Nowadays, the writing comes first.
Long telephone conversations and my once-favorite television shows get the same treatment. Indulging is infrequent now that they come only after the page quota is met.
So I have a dusty house, annoyed friends and no idea which washed-up celebrity is looking for love on VH-1.
How have your priorities shifted since you began writing?