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The Ten-Post Challenge

The thing is, I really have to post more frequently here. Last week, twice I had the opportunity to blog for pay three times in one day, but I only ended up getting two opps for each day because I had to fill in a regular post between two paid posts. That took up time. If this thing had already been eligible for paid posts, I wouldn't have had to spend my precious online time coming up with filler posts. Well, for this blog to be eligible, it must have ten original, non-paid posts in thirty days. That shouldn't be so hard. But it is. My WAHM life is pretty limited to writing just now and I don't want to go on and on about how sleep-deprived I am and my writing schedule and how I'm behind my work hours because that's just boring. Anyway, I already spent way too much of my time on this post, so hasta luego!

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I Need 30-hour Days

I noticed that other than those from the dNeero convos, this blog has been image-free. I don't really have a picture that depicts what my life as a WAHM looks like, so until then, this is probably going to stay image-free.
I'm wondering how I'll be able to squeeze in everything that needs to be done this week. Fortunately, once I get hold of one of my notebooks (I'm a compulsive notebooker, whatever that is) and a pen, I'll be able to structure my thoughts and tasks to coincide with the time I have. As it is, I've already blundered. I didn't tell my dad when Marguerite's party is (I thought he already knew) so he scheduled a four-part workshop to take place in our church (facilitated by himself) starting that day. Oh well, gotta get organized before I end up screwing up my daughter's birthday party once again.

I'll Never Be Barbara Walters

I'm not fond of interview-based articles. It's okay if I were interviewing my friends (and so far, this is what I've been doing mostly), but I'm too lazy to set up interviews and go out and do them (stubbornly stressing how I am a work-at-HOME-mother). And then there was this issue somebody raised in one of my writing egroups, about how some doctor wanted to charge a writer for granting the writer an interview, saying that it was, in effect, a consultation. Even though all the writers in the group started saying that this was ridiculous, that they had interviewed many professionals, doctors included, in the past and they had never been charged for i, I'm not completely reassured. Some said it was like a trade-off, some knowledge in exchange for publicity. Anyway, I still feel iffy about it. That's why I've been interviewing people I know, so I can think of it as calling in a favor. Gah, whatever, I need to get over this interview timidity thing because as a writer, research is pretty important. How wonderful though if I could simply ride on pure imagination.

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Blogging with a Vengeance

I haven't been a good blogger lately. It certainly affected my daily hits, but work is definitely a priority over blogging, so... Anyway, my hours for the week have all been accounted for and I have today to just sit back and... blog. And I complain that I never get any rest! Well, here I am. Instead of relaxing, I'm blogging and cutting squares for Marguerite's quilt. Talk about multitasking. I have another ambitious project that I hope to finish before Marguerite's birthday, but I haven't even started yet. Me and my DIY spells. I'm also making cloth bunting, a homemade happy birthday banner, and other personal touches to the small celebration that we're planning. What I need is a good reminder of what my daughter's first bday cake looked like (tasted great though) and I'll dismiss these thoughts of homemade bday cake as well. Anyway, three blog posts over at Spinning Lovely Days and one here - it's not even 7am yet. Have to get back to cutting squares. And as though I didn't heap all these upon myself, well, myself (maybe I should get some shuteye after all... I'm no longer coherent), I trudge off and sigh, "No rest for the weary."

Help-less

Okay, I have to 'fess up. I don't really have to deal with chores. We have house help whom we can count on for that. It's really very common here in the Philippines. You don't have to be wealthy to have live-in help. However, mine quit (giving a bunch of lies on her way out) and now I have to manage my time better. I still don't have to do cleaning or laundry while we're living with my parents, but I have to be more mindful of everything else. I have to pick up after my daughter's trail of chaos and prepare everything myself. It's not a lot of work, but it's still something I'll have to get used to. This is a good thing because it prepares me for when we move to our own place, which is hopefully soon. So for now, less blogging probably. Online time is for work, except when I get a treat in terms of tasks done early. :) No, this isn't one of those instances. I'm totally just slacking and overcome with guilt, although it's not obvious. :) So, yeah, better get to work now.

The Love of Blogging Is the Root...

of many wasted hours.
Of course, it's not an actual waste. You learn from reading blogs (well, basically about blogging) and when you do post entries on your blog, you benefit from it (as a blogger). SNORT.
Basically, I meant hours I could have spent minding my daughter or working. It hasn't gotten so bad that my daughter is neglected or that I don't accomplish anything, but I know I need better discipline about this.
As for googling Aaron Peirsol, I need to get a GRIP. Oh, which reminds me, my personal blog features a video his appearance on Conan O'Brien. Which is totally necessary.
Enough of this post. Off to the salt mines.

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