I haven’t blogged in ages, because … well, I’ve been sucked into the vortex above, where time begins to slip away then disappear.
Also known as life.
What else is new, right?
It’s not like I’m working on some great, big project. It’s getting caught up in daily life, such as work — we just moved offices. Then there is the home routine, which though described by a dull definition (routine), refers to no such thing.
Here I was thinking that as kids grow into teens, parents have more time to themselves. Not in my house. Between activities, school, parental involvement in all sorts of things, orthodontist visits, chauffeuring, discussing the meaning of life (not really, but teens go from extra quiet to very curious), I find there is no period separating mornings from nights.
Considering little renovation projects around the house — another time suck — maybe planning a vacation later this year. Oh, enough already.
How are you, dear friends?
Are you better at finding time?
Oh, wait, one thing I’ve been good at doing is reading. Sure, it helps that reading is a before-bed routine, but I’m hanging on to it like for dear life. Some would argue, reading is life.
I just finished a lovely literary mystery set in the hills of Tuscany, Italy.
I haven’t touched my WIP in a couple of weeks, though. Bad, bad, bad.
The main issue is, I can’t decide if I need a Prologue. Certain things develop later in the story that would benefit from a preamble of sorts. There was a time I thought prologues useless. What can be said in a prologue, after all, that can’t be incorporated in regular chapters?
So, how do you all feel about prologues?
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