All Distractions Should Be So Good

I was going to write a blog entry about being distracted, and then (because irony is my middle name) I got distracted.

The plan was to write about how I need to start concentrating on Blood Wounds if I actually intend to get it written. Originally I'd planned on getting back to work today (ha!) but I realized I have a date for tomorrow to go with my friend Pam to the Philadelphia Flower Show, so there was no point starting on Monday and then taking Tuesday off.

In fact, I decided if I couldn't work on Tuesday, there wasn't much point in working this week at all, especially since I have bunches of other things (like preparing my tax information for my accountant, Mr. Imagination) that need to get done.

Then there's the perpetually distracting Scooter. Today he knocked over his water bowl, and I said to him, "You made the mess. You clean it up."

He didn't even hand me the paper towels.

Scooter's insistence on waking me up each morning with a rousing game of Purr On The Neck is proving helpful. Ever the optimist, he hops off the bed in search of fresh food, while I stay there for a few minutes longer and think about the book. A few more days of that, and I should be ready to return to writing.

A good thing too. I moved my calendar from February to March this morning and found the first of my mother's springtime doctor appointments is a mere three weeks away. And I've yet to figure out how I'm going to write and watch the World Figure Skating Championship online, given that it's being held in Torino, Italy, which means it'll be on all day every day for a few days, right when I'll be in the middle of my heroine's greatest pain and suffering.

I'd been hoping the championship would be in Japan or Korea. Then I could get out of bed in the morning and find out what the results were without having to spend actual time watching.

Oh well. The book will get written. They always do.

Meantime, the distraction du jour came in the form of an email from my editor. This World We Live In got a starred review from Publishers Weekly. I'd quote the review, except Blogspot has gotten very cranky about cutting and pasting of late. So if you want to see it, go to the link and scroll down aways, and there it is, with its lovely star.

If you prefer your reviews shorter and more poetic, emilyreads has written a lovely haiku.

All right. The time has come to focus on supper and a Skype rehearsal.

I have no desire to be distracted from either!