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If it seems I've been neglecting this blog, I have a very good reason. (Writers always have a very good reason not to write.) I have been busy organizing my life so I can begin NaNoWriMo with an unburdened conscience. It does seem, though, that every time I try to get organized and completely in gear to sit down and devote myself to writing, all hell breaks loose. It's as if my subconscious doesn't want me to be organized.

First there was the root canal—that was fun. Then there was my slashed right hand . . . you don't want to know. I got the bloodstain out of the arm of my white sofa, in case you do want to know. There was the "random search" of my baggage in the one-room airport by the very officious, unsmiling, too-stout matron in her too-tight TSA uniform who almost made me miss my flight. And left me grumbling for days.

Does any of this have anything to do with a blog on writing? Well, actually it does.

First of all, everything that happens to you is grist for the mill—that is, all those painful, alarming, irritating experiences can be useful for a writer. They could even provide the trigger for your November novel. And second, the fact is, you can never get organized to the point that everything in your life is shipshape in Bristol fashion (look it up). If you keep waiting for complete preparedness before you take the time to sit down to write, the writing will never happen.

Am I telling you anything you don't already know?

Now, let's see: before November first, I have to finish the laundry, clean the bathroom, water the plants . . . Oh, and send out more queries to publishers and agents for At Miss Tenny's, completed this year after first appearing as a NaNoWriMo winner in 2011.

Would you like to take a peek?

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