Thoughts to Ponder

I don't know if you know this but I'm a writer. I wrote this story that's good (and I am NOT just saying that cuz its my story) and i have queried a few agents hoping to get it published.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon yesterday with my friend watching our children swim at the rec center. We were talking about my stories and the woes of the publishing industries.
She suggested that I put them up on my blog.
Hmmm...
You know, the first person who read my story I didn't even ask I just sent it in fear of me chickening out. The next few people were hard but now it's not too bad.
When I hit the send button on my first query email, I thought I was going to throw up! Now I send it with no problems.
Should I set up a blog for my stories? Should it be different than this one? Is it just a waste of time?
What I'm saying is I have to take the first step and only than will the rest of them be easier, maybe not at first but eventually!!!

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Finally!

Wahoo, it's nite time! This is something new!
Usually I come to you during the day right before I take the little buggers to the bus or while I'm enjoy my last few minutes of peace and quiet before the bus drops off my kids and all hell breaks loose.
And it does!
It's like a whirl wind zips through my house when the kiddies get home.
The big one comes in and yells; "dogs! No! Get!" as the white dog leaps out the door and chases the other kids down the street. (not really because we have an electric fence, I totally tried it before I put it on my dogs! I wouldn't make them wear something without knowing what it felt like!) Which I run to the back door and stand there and laugh as the little brats scream and run. I know I shouldn't, I should be the adult and yell at the dog (and sometimes I do, I yell go get em bo!) See they are really brats! They aren't nice to my oldest daughter and that is a whole other story for another day! And it funny, because with or without the collar on the dog won't cross the line, he knows better. I wish it were that easy to train kids! (So yes, I stoop for amusement, sue me!)
Anywho...by the time all the kids are in the house, book bags emptied in the middle of the kitchen table, coats scattered on the floor, and they settle on something they all wanna watch and snack on, I have to pick up coats, go through the crap that's been dumped on the table, and referee between the kids and dogs, I have to start dinner and start nagging my oldest to start her home work! It's total chaos!
I love it!
I never get a chance to blog, so when I came upstairs to go to bed tonite and wasn't very sleepy, I decided to (you got it!) blog!
Tomorrow is Saturday, yippy skippy!
I finally convinced my hubby to join the local rec, it's expensive but my kids love to swim (so do I actually) and once we take the little guppys swimming a few times, it'll pay for itself, not to mention when I go without the kids to workout and do laps! I love swimming, did I mention that? We are going to sign up tomorrow, and I think I'll take them Sunday and maybe Monday nite too. I'm defaintly going Sunday and Monday! :)
So many good things! Yes I love my weekends! Hope you enjoy yours too! Until the next time I have a few quiet moments...
(there was orginally a point but heck if I remember now! TGIF!)

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More whining...I mean wisdom...yeah! Wisdom!

I have a visual for you. It's of my brain. Let me see if I can paint the picture!

My brain is a football field. Thoughts are the players. My story is one team. My household duties are the other team. Household team is getting their butts kicked. There are cheerleaders on the side line cheering about the story. They are so loud that right now that's all anyone can hear!

The household team fumbles. The story team misses the interception. The Blonde cheerleader tosses her pom poms and catches the ball! She's running and running and running and scores! Touchdown! Woot! Woot! Woot!

Can you see it? Me neither, Welcome to my head!
But it sounded good didn't it?
Happy Wednesday, may the rest of your week not be so strange!

P.S.
For the record I don't like football!