Natasha Raulerson

It’s An Author Thing: Writing In Between

I’m visiting my parents in the middle of nowhere. When visiting family, it can be hard to find time to yourself–I mean, well maybe you’re lucky and have that family that actually leaves you alone when you tell them you’re going to be writing for X amount of time. Yeah, that doesn’t work with my family, as my CP group, the Walrus Writer’s can attest to.

Me: “Ma, I have my CP group at 1:30 on Skype. Just so you know.”

Mom: “Okay, no one will bother you.”

I head off to set up. Get comfortable. Dad decides to pressure wash the pool deck–and latest-loud-noises-gif-323that pressure washer can be heard clear from the back to the front, and we had the windows open because it’s been cool. I know, cool weather in Florida in May. So freakin’ weird.

Okay, so I find the quietest spot I can, which is still pretty damn loud. I start to write before group starts.

Mom takes over pressure washing to give dad’s hands a break.

1:25 p.m.

Dad: “Tasha, where you at?”

I poke my head out.

Dad: “I want you to go grab them two pork butts and that rack of ribs out the fridge and 6928d1f7-6cd0-4204-8c5a-e9ee7f842a00season em’ up for me. I’ll throw them on the grill when we’re done with the pool.”

Me: …..

When your family says they’ll leave you alone so you can write, but then magically forget about that promise and give you a list of stuff to do.

It’s an author thing.

So, if you’re anything like me, you learn to write in between the ‘I needs’ and the ‘do me a favor’ and the phone ringing.

A hundred words here. A thousand words there when you get a blissful hour of peace. It adds up. Even if it’s fifteen words or half a blog post before your OCD mom walks out looking for one of the five portable phones she keeps in the house.

Mom: “How many phones do you have?” ea365359jw1epg61d41y1g208w06okjl

Me: “One?”

Mom: “Which one?”

Cause she has them labeled.

Me: “Kitchen.”

She walks away. I continue to write.

Interruptions suck and sometimes they can throw off a rythm. When there’s a lot going on, you have to learn to adapt, being able to stop and start as many times as is needed to hit that deadline.

Then, ya know, when it’s down to twenty-four hours before deadline, you just threaten everyone not to disturb you unless someone is dead, dying, or rising from the grave–under penalty of their own possible death if they don’t adhere to said guidelines. Then you have less than 24 hours to complete the manuscript and get it ready to go.

Yeah. That’s how we roll.

It’s an author thing.


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