What a writer's life is really like

I saw this video on M.G. Tarquini's blog who received it courtesy of Sharon Anderson Bunion. With Mindy's permission, I'm now posting it here. It's an over-the-top depiction of an editor giving a writer advice about how to write his next book.
When I saw it I couldn't stop laughing because there's an undeniable spot of reality mixed in there. Enjoy!

Bike jump goes bad under parental supervision

When I'm in 'do not disturb writing mode' my husband watches the kids in evenings and on weekends. They love it. The rules are different, as are the boundaries he allows them to cross. Often, the three of them skulk around here looking guilty about something, and they usually are.

This video clip, taken yesterday when I wasn't around, is a good example. High end cinematography it's not, but worse yet, check out the bike jump they put together with Rubbermaid containers and such, and then listen to my youngest, who immediately thinks of me when it all falls apart.

My 10 year old wasn't hurt and not much else happened to interrupt my writing weekend other than our kitchen faucet snapping off -- think lots of shooting water here -- and our dog getting skunked, but how to deal with 165 pound skunked dog is a whole other post for another day, and I'm not even ready
to THINK about the stupid kitchen faucet now that the hole
has been duct taped over. I just couldn't pass up sharing this video with everyone!

Hibernating to write...

It seems there's always something going on when it comes to my writing career (ie., my agent called this morning to tell me a publisher in Denmark just bought rights to The Penny Tree ). It's all good stuff, and I'm certainly not complaining. However, email stacks up, the phone constantly rings, and I've learned the only way to find the time I need to write is to draw a hard line and shut everyone out (insert sound of door closing here). For much of September I won't be blogging or accessible by email. Instead, I'll be singularly focused on final revisions for The Silver Compass. Thanks for stopping by.