All posts tagged: distractions

Fiction Friday: Annie Ruminates

By Leslie Lindsay A chapter I’ve been working on this week…a little rumination never hurt anyone, or does it?!         “Distractions are the pinnacle of rumination.  It’s a cycle, a bad one that keeps me going back to Steve.  An addiction, if you will.          There was no changing the fact that I opened the door to Steve again.  I shove all of those thoughts—the second-guessings, the self-doubt, the poor choice in character – to the back of my mind.  What kind of married woman, a mother of two does such a stupid thing?  Steve is a one-sided battle I fight, my distractions the victor.          I try to funnel attention to my family.  I make a list of all of the things I want to complete before summer’s end.  One by one, we’ll mark them off.  Family picnic…koi spawning at the local botanical garden…camp out in the backyard (note to self: get the makin’s for s’mores)…ice cream at the old-fashioned ice creamery…take Kenna and Madi to downtown Naperville for new shoes.           And so there …

Write on, Wednesday: Getting Distracted

By Leslie Lindsay I am a stay-at-home writer who mothers.  I should have all kinds of time to pound out the Great American Novel, yes?  But I don’t.  Have time.  Or the Great American Novel.  Here’s why:  life is busy.  You know that, I know that.  Your brother’s hampster knows that.  (Which is sort of how I feel sometimes–a hampster going round and round in their little sqeaky wheel).  Not only do I have two kids under the age of 8, but I have a house to maintain, a fridge to stock, a body to keep in shape (somewhat), and toilet’s cleaned.  All of this takes time. I also have a non-fiction book floating around out there that constantly needs hand-holding, not unlike the freshman who just went off to college.  Calls for money (read: marketing),  how to sort laundry (read: connecting with the right readership), and what to do when the sorority girls are being bitchy (read: adult bullies who hate that you are stepping on their toes).  Yes, I have a lot to …