DONIS CASEY: Write Errant

Today (Dec.6) would be my mother’s 98th birthday. tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. Christmas will be here in twenty days and my birthday is in 24 days. End of the year has always been jam packed in my family. Don finally bought a tree and got it set up last night, though it isn’t decorated yet. If it weren’t for him, there’d be no discernable holiday at our house. I am doing nothing but writing, these days. I’m so close to finishing the new book. Every day, I think, “this is the day,” but it hasn’t been the day yet. My plan was to have it done by the end of the year, and in truth, I don’t know if I’m going to make it.

I love the writing, but I hate the pressure of trying to get the MS in at a certain time. I often wonder, do I have to do this? I said I would have it done in in January, but really, would the world fall apart if I turned it in a couple of weeks late?

Would it?

Next week I have several things to attend to – a doctor’s appointment, some family matters. A couple of parties to make, too, as long as I’m not sequestered with some disease. Not to mention that I really ought to do some shopping. Don and I decided that instead of presents this year, we’re going to buy new living room furniture!

Well, I shouldn’t whine, I suppose. I’m sure many of you Dear Readers have infinitely worse troubles than mine. At least we’re both in reasonable health and I don’t have to contend with ice and snow and no heat. I can sit in front of my laptop in relative comfort. Over the next few days Don and I will go out together and look at furniture and have a nice lunch, and maybe I’ll finish the book before the end of the year and maybe I won’t.