Sunday, September 11, 2011

The REAL Writers of Cozies

by Leann

Although this is 9-11 and we are remembering--and boy could I tell a story or two since my daughter had just moved to NYC in 2001--but sometimes we can get overloaded by looking back. Especially with all the media coverage. I will let others blog about it today, probably far better than I could, while I go for some lighter fare. Maybe distract us for a moment or two with a smile. So here goes:

Unlike the real housewives of ANY PLACE, the real writers of cozies are about as glamorous as cement. We don't do lunch, we don't go out to fancy restaurants for dinner, we don't get drunk and fight with each other, we don't get our nails and our hair done much, in fact--correct me if I'm wrong any cozy writers out there--we often spend the day in rather unattractive pajamas or sweats while we write. Here's a fun fact. I was getting to write the final chapters but I had to leave my computer for an hour. See, I desperately needed to visit the chiropractor. Neck, hands, arms, back--all screaming for relief. I entered the office and as I was waiting to see her, I looked down and realized I was still wearing my slippers. I immediately did a quick body check to make sure I was wearing clothes and NOT the pajamas. Thank goodness no PJs.

In other words, the real writers of cozies are not rich and famous and looking for drama. We're just ... dedicated? Is that the right word? My husband would say dedicated to a fault since he hasn't seen a home cooked meal in two months. Why am I writing about this today? Because I just finished a book and now, back in the real world, I am confronted with the monstrosity once known as MY HOME. It is a certifiable disaster zone. Usually after finishing a book, I am too exhausted to do much of anything for at least a week. But this time, my sister was coming into town and I was forced to face the mess and deal with it quickly. At least rearrange piles of junk so she could wheel her suitcase into the guest room.

After finishing this manuscript, I realized I was like a prisoner coming out of "the hole." You know--solitary confinement. Then I was forced into "punitive work detail" to complete my punishment. Laundry, dishes, grocery shopping and maybe even cooking something. I did not clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush, but they probably could have used it. When was the last time I didn't eat out of a box or a can? I cannot remember. So, perhaps tonight I will make real food--with my sister's help of course. In fact, I'm going to put that woman to work as soon as I finish writing this. :-)

When was the last time you ignored the daily chores and submerged yourself in something that you knew took priority? Was it for your job or to finish a project? Tell us about it!

8 comments:

FirstOfMay said...

I'm constantly putting off chores to do "important" stuff like writing my "For my eyes only" story. I think I'm just so stressed with everything going on here lately that I just literally CAN'T do anything, if that makes sense. It's funny you asked about this because I just looked at my computer and wondered what the white stuff was around my floppy drive...it's DUST--a heavy coating. And I'm pretty sure I just accidentally pushed a huge wad of it into the drive. Yeah, that can't be good.

Sue said...

I put off things so that I can go into that land of books. I do a few things around the house when I have hit upon a really good book, but not many. My bed gets made, dishwasher gets loaded, supper gets cooked and that's about it til the book is finished. If I have volleyball or basketball games to do to, my kindle goes with me so I can read before the games and during timeouts or half times. Shoot, I even take a book and read when I take a bubble bath in the mornings.

ev said...

I live in another disaster area here too. Between work, taking care of my neighbor, hounding the adult daughter to take care of herself and trying to get some camping time in with hubby and dogs, it all goes south. Until just before the holidays. And now I am slowly trying to redo and move things since the youngest is now out on her own.

I need space!!!

Aimee said...

Cement may not be glamorous or sexy but it is the foundation the holds strong when we need to be lifted up.

I'll take steady ground under my feet over unreliable glitter any day.

Thank you and all the other Real Housewives of Cozy Writing for allowing me to have solid ground under me while I escape the real wold when it's too real.

Leann Sweeney said...

Well said, Aimee! Thank you! You have expressed exactly why we do what we do. Thank you!

Vickie said...

Aimee couldn't have said it better!
I thank you all for writing and creating the characters I want to meet (or hit upside the back of the cranium), the towns where I'd love to visit or even live, the mysteries to follow and sometimes solve...Thank you!

I try to do the "keepin' it even Steven" with shift work of five on and three off, cleaning, laundry, dishes, and hanging with Lady K helping her with 3rd grade homework, hanging with DH the soulmate....
I thank heavens for my break days since it gives me my 'me time' once the cleaning etc is accomplished. Movies and/or sip'n'read time....

Aurian said...

Lol, Last week I had the week off, before going away for a week. I promised myself some house cleaning. But I got totally immersed in a great series I discovered, and could not force myself to stop reading. My boyfriend was ok with that (he cleans his part as well), and now I am back home, I've read the whole series, so I have some time on my hands till work starts again on monday ...So, why doesn't your husband help out a bit more in those times?

Leann Sweeney said...

Why doesn't my husband help out a bit more during those times? VERY GOOD QUESTION. I've quit asking.
:-)