Ryshia Kennie ...The adventure begins today!: dog biscuits

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Time Wrangling or Dog Biscuits?

Why is it that fall seems to bring that rush of too much to do. Maybe it's not the same everywhere but here on the prairie it seems that whether you have kids or not, whether you farm or not - we're all affected by the cries of back to school and rush to get the harvest in before the weather turns for the worse.

For me, I'm hearing the cry of getting a story done that has languished way too long. It's been a year

that's been slightly disjointed, fragmented by the demands of life. And that, for now, is as good an excuse as any. Although I suspect that the story might have fared better if I streamlined my writing life.

Streamlined. Maybe organized is a better word. My old methods of jumping in here and there working on one project or another has, as the volume has escalated, caused chaos. The chaos is headlined on my computer, let's call her Old Faithful. She's been keeping me company since 2007 but now the battery is weak and her body is sagging. I'm parked at my kitchen table, afraid to leave the safety of a solid surface and a nearby electrical outlet. I'm cleaning up five years of files before transferring to a new computer. In the meantime, I'm hoping no one jostles my shaky power connection as I sheer the chaos of over-bulging files and realize that when in doubt - save might not be the best option.

It's been a year of splitting my attention between a number of projects. And instead of dividing my time equally, I found myself spending too much time with one while leaving another lie. And that's where organization comes in - time slots. Can I write more than one story at a time without losing momentum on another? I know I will do it, have done it - just not efficiently. I suspect there is a better method. I'm still scratching my head on that as I continue to delete and move but I suspect that the answer lays beneath all those stacks and stacks, of really unnecessary files.

Sigh - oddly the state of my computer files reflects that of the life of my current protagonist. Irony or what?

But, it's been a long day and so as not to get it together all at once I'm going to move on to something a little more relaxing. Making dog biscuits. I see a shaggy head look up at the mention of one of his favourites. So here it is, Rourke gives them a triple star. Of course, he is only one dog and he does have slight favourable leanings to the cook: