On Saturday last I was running late to the dentist grumbling because I had planned to spend the whole day just me. Maybe a movie, get a manicure, do tea, a nice dinner...you get the idea, but that got changed because of family plans. So, to my surprise and welcome my dentist had an emergency and was running way later than I was. So, I went across the street to the SBux and got a protein drink and banana and pulled out my editing. It hit me like a lightning bolt. I can't have days any more, or even set hours per se, but I can carve out pockets of time. Time to write. Time to plot and plan and work on the exact way to kill someone where no one needs to know. In my Franklin now (Yes, I went back to a paper planner) I am penciling blocks of POTs. No one need know what they are, I can erase them out when plans change, and they always change. I think it was L.W. Lynett who said "The most effective way to cope with change is to help create it." Well, I'm creating POTs for change. This means more posting, more journal writing, more just being who I am. I am a WRITER, and writers WRITE.
