Blogging. Is. Death. To. My. Career.
So yesterday was the Big Day Back At Work. I'm supposed to write 1500 words a day. That's my goal. That's what I've got to do in order to feel like I'm not just paying a nanny so I can pick my toenails. Okay, so I had to finish Joyce Carol Oates's new book, because I was almost done. I somehow managed to convince myself that it was critical to my future as a novelist to see how she wound things up. Yeah. Not so much. By the time I was done, I had time for only 650 words before my friend Peggy showed up with her darling daughter.
While on the subject of the breathlessly beautiful Daisy, I must digress. Why is Abie such a freak? Every time he sees Daisy he goes into paroxysms of baby love. He grabs her, wrestles her to the ground, and hugs her as hard as he possibly can. She weeps, and I pry him off, and all the while he's trying to press little parts of his body into her. His feet, his elbow. He's just desperate for contact. He behaves like some twenty-one-month old stalker. It's creepy. It really is. And poor Daisy is just so beleaguered by him. This is really putty a cramp in my playdate/socializing. Doesn't the kid realize how much I like Peggy? If he doesn't lay off her daughter, I'm going to be reduced to spending the afternoons playing trucks instead of lying on my back on the carpet, whining to Peggy, while our children amuse themselves on the other side of the room.
Where was I? Oh right. Today I swore I'd get in a decent day's work. I have plenty to do, damn it. I've got to rewrite The Cradlerobbers, the 7th Mommy-Track mystery series. By the way (another digression here) this book could spell the end of my mystery-novelist career. They say it takes seven books to hit, and if you don't by then, you're not going to. My books have sold okay (though not in hardcover, God knows. Only my mother buys them in hardcover. My mother, and those of her employees who try to suck up to her by buying my books.) but I am about as far from hitting as Abraham is from getting Daisy to fall in love with him. That is to say, really really far. I've got a contract for one more after Cradlerobbers, and then Penguin will stop taking my phonecalls. Ah well. Whatever. It was good while it lasted.
Where was I? Right. The word count thing. So today, I'm all set to get to work, when I get sucked into blog hell. I find the BOB website and begin clicking. Clicking clicking clicking. Now, it's almost 1:30 and Rosie will be home from preschool any minute. So much for my workday.
I wonder if I can count words posted on my blog in my daily wordcount?