Monthly Archives: November 2014

Still Procrastinating

Well, I haven’t done much better. At least I haven’t blogged for two weeks. My goal was every week. I have found some time to write. I reviewed a chapter of my critique partner’s work in progress. And I’ve had some time to do a little exploring of children’s literature.

I bring this up, because part of my plexus has to do with my children and grandchildren – wanting to leave a legacy. Wouldn’t it be neat to write a short story or two (or a children’s picture book) with the main character being one of your grandchildren. Or better yet, wouldn’t it be nice to write a book for each of them, in which they are the protagonist (the main character).

Today I sketched out a rough drafts of three stories. One for each grandchild. And next year there will be four. Now I need to read the books and study how these stories should be written.

In any case, it’s wonderful to find some time to write. I hope that I can incorporate leaving a legacy with my grandchildren.

So what legacy do you wish to leave with your grandchildren? What special activities do you do together? What gifts do you make for your grandchildren? How do you want to be remembered?


Back on the Rack Again.

All of us who give advice must admit to hypocrisy, occasionally…or often. Well, it’s my turn now.

I’ve been writing about this grand idea of determining our plexus, and arranging our life in a meaningful and fulfilling way. I wrote about ridding our lives of the things that bind us to the rack, and finding those things that we weave into the plexus (network) of what we want to be doing with our life. In other words, getting rid of things that waste our time, and hanging on to things that are important and fulfilling.

Well, I haven’t been doing that, not lately. My wife and I are fixing up the house I grew up in. We’re planning to move into that house next summer. I have haven’t been doing much of the remodeling, but I’ve been involved in the decision making. We traveled to pick out counter tops. I’ve met with subcontractors. And now it’s time to get ready for winter: cutting firewood, cleaning out some areas of the house, refinishing some old cabinets. Plus, there are things to do at the office to winterize the office. I’ve been so busy I haven’t been writing…not at all. No time in the mornings at the office. Too tired in the evening after all the paperwork is done. None. Nada.

And it’s killing me. It’s turned me into an old grump. My wife is a saint to put up with me. But I have to get back to the writing…soon.

My plan is to begin reserving some mornings for writing as soon as the firewood is cut. But until then, stay away. I’m breathing fire.

So what are things that demand your time, and keep you away from what you want to be doing? What solutions have you put into place? Did they work?