I'm Moving!

Add caption

A person who has 3 blogs said, "Really? Three blogs? Why? How do you manage all of those blogs? How do you keep up?"

That person is me. I have 3 blogs and things are crazy. I can't write witty or brilliant or informational posts for all 3 and do a good job at it. I can however, run out of time, ignore certain blogs due to other deadlines, post lackluster tidbits, or spend time fretting about not having time to keep all 3 flowing well.

To remedy this situation, I am moving and narrowing my blogs down to just one. Join me here.

I so enjoy getting to know you and sharing my life with you. Please head on over to my new (old) landing spot so we can keep in touch. My new (old) blog is a work in progress just as my other 2 blogs have been, but I am steadily making improvements and sprucing up the old pad.

Thanks so much for your support over the years. See you at my new (old) home. I'll put on the tea and we'll have a chat.

See you at my new blog home.

Rubber Stamping Amidst Chaos

50 card total. I think it's a record low, but they are so pretty!

By Angie Quantrell @AngieQuantrell

Distracted? Yes. But still productive.

These are the cards I stamped while visiting my college friend and co-stamping nut. I mean hobbyist.

Despite the multiple phone calls, texts, and emails that transpired due to the pending sale of our home, I was able to squeak out a tiny bit of concentration which allowed me to create greeting cards.

It's what we do. This process works best when we are together, as our ideas bloom and feed off of each other. Our stash of rubber stamps, tools, papers, and supplies is doubled when we pool our resources. Life events are discussed, food is enjoyed, and cards are produced.

A win-win situation, even when one is selling a house.

I suppose I should apply this special superhero focusing power (giggle, giggle) to my picture book writing.

Yes. I really must.

Regardless of exterior distractions and influences, I need to be seated in the computer chair and producing manuscripts (or editing or submitting or querying). This shall become increasingly interesting when my office, chair, desk, and computer space becomes that of the RV dinette.

Whatever will the two gray girls do? Cause havoc and sleep on my papers. Without a doubt.

Onward and upward.

"Meow, meow, Mommy! Get writing!" says Monet.

Deadline Brain

12 months worth of planning

This is what writing looks like. In real life.

This is the state of my desk.

And my office.

Huge deadlines are looming way too fast in my future.

Resources

So the brain is in deadline-mode, with occasionally forays into gone-over-the-edge and into needs-a-vacay zone.

Pray for me!

Here is something that keeps me going. Ahhh.

A Day in the Life of Chaos

Chaos is a regular visitor at this home.

The office shows sings of impending implosion. Where did I put that paper I needed? How did I lose a pitch-fest business card? Why do the cats keep dive bombing piles of 'to be filed' items? I guess it would help if I didn't file projects on the floor.

Garden chores are pretty much done for the year other than harvesting produce. Even then, raspberries are taking a last place position, waiting, wilting, and dropping from the vines in sun-baked agony as I pursue other 'do-what-comes-first' responsibilities.

Laundry. Two people. Really? Amazing. Can't even blame the cats for that one. Other than fur-covered blankets.

Windows? I've never done windows. Why? Cute little handprints, nose smudges, finger swipes, kitty kisses. They will just reappear.

Meals and dishes. Again. Two. People. How in the world can we generate so many things needing a wash?

Internet on. Internet off. Repeat. It goes like that throughout the day.

Phone calls. Texts. Visits. Go there. Do that. Buy. Recycle. Put away. Prepare. Clean.

Play. Haul out the toys. Kiss the babies. Make a mess.

Write. Plan. Brainstorm. Write. Edit. Blog. Take photos. Post posts. Answer email. Blog. Wait for important replies. Take Notes.

Deadlines. Research.

Read. Review. Like. Repost.

With so much of my day taking place in virtual-land, why does my house look like a tornado named "Chaos" has visited?

I have never understood when people have complained about being bored. What is bored and who has time to be bored? There are so many wonderful, exciting, challenging things to do and adventures to go on - no room for boredom.

Peace. Be still.

This is the life I chose, the life I love.

Every single bit of the evidence of chaos inhabitation is worth it. Chaos of the sort I see means life. Pursuit. Expression. Fun. Creativity. Joy. Love.

I'll take a day in the life of chaos anytime.