Thursday, September 26, 2013

My Boss is a Bitch


I’ve just arrived in my writing closet. I’ve got a nice cup of coffee. I’ve pushed hubby’s shirts to the side to give me a little breathing room and positioned my laptop in the center of the TV tray, which serves as my desk. This morning, I plan to add to the document titled “Freewrite-New Novel,” now at 60+ pages. It’s time to start turning my notes into a workable outline so I can get to the really fun part of all this, the actual writing.

The little clock perched on my closet windowsill is ticking loudly (I find this soothing; I’m weird that way). I have two hours…make that one and a half hours…until I pick up the tot from preschool. Time to get seriously to work, and yet there are a lot of other things I could do today.

I can't see it from the closet, but I know there are three loads of laundry on my bed waiting to be put away. The kitchen sink is full of dishes. The dog is looking at me, and his face seems to be saying, if you don't take me for a walk this instant, so help me God I will find your new, expensive running shoes and I will SO tear them into itsy bitsy pieces you will not even recognize them when I’m done!

The dog doesn’t care if I write today. Nobody does, really, not even the people who love and support me. They just want me to be happy. If writing makes me happy, they want me to do that; if not, I should do something else. My goals are mine and mine alone. I'm the CEO, and the sole employee, of this here shoestring operation.



Being accountable to no one has its advantages of course. I can skip out on work entirely. But I know that writers who really make it, who rise above that "emerging" category I'm currently floating in, are the ones who balance their bouts of lazy procrastination with an extreme case of motivational drive. We can take a rejection letter, feel the sting momentarily, and then fire off another submission. We can face that blank page and know that we'll fill it with something, anything, and that, eventually, it will be good… or the boss will kill us. My boss is a bona fide bitch, but at the end of day, I want her to be happy, and so I write.








 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Is your cat being naughty? Send him packing in this suitcase-turned-pet-bed!

Suppose you like to cruise Ebay for vintage suitcases, as pretty much everyone does (No? Just me?). Well, I found this beauty and knew it would work as a bed for the alpha cat in our household, Mr. Fudge John Lickins III, Esq. (not sure where he found the time to get that law degree...).

You see, Mr. Lickins (aka Fudgey) has been feeling a bit down since we adopted a dog. I thought a new bed might cheer him up. Besides, he'd been sleeping in a blanket-filled cardboard box, which didn't contribute much to the design aesthetic of my living room.

Enter the suitcase-turned-pet-bed! I will not claim credit for this idea. I'd been seeing versions of suitcases, and small tables, turned into pet beds around Ye Olde Internet for awhile now. I'd been waiting to create my own version.

I read several instructions for this project that involved sewing a special cushion (I don't sew) and installing a couple of cut 2x4s into the bottom of the case to serve as a solid base to screw in the furniture legs. This sounded like an awful lot of work.

My lazy-woman's version took hardly any time at all. I simply removed the top of the suitcase (I have young children who may have taken great delight in closing the cat in had I left the top attached). I found a couple small throw pillows in a closet and wrapped a spare piece of pretty flannel fabric around them for a cushy nap spot. For the bed's legs, I purchased four bun feet from Lowes and painted them dark brown. The suitcase is made of fabric covered cardboard, so I just made pilot holes with a screwdriver and mallet and then screwed the threaded feet into the holes.


Of course, I could not convince Mr. Lickins to lie in the bed for a photo, so here he is, fully rested from a night in the bed, and ready to fight dragons (alas, he's not finding much work in the legal field).