Thursday, October 24, 2013

I can't find my shoes.

I am a responsible, mature adult, and I cannot find my shoes. They are not in any of the usual places.

They are not by the cat tree. They are not by the screen door. They are not by the front door, or by the towel closet near the garage door. They are not in any of the usual places.

But, I have checked those usual places at least three times, because where else could my shoes be? After my fourth trip around the house, I decide to look in unusual places.

They are not in the bathroom. They are not in my office. They are not in my husband's office or in the family room. If I had not taken my Concerta this morning, I would probably be throwing things around by now in frustration, because I cannot find my shoes.

A new idea occurs to me; do a perimeter search. So, I start by the front door and look along the walls and walk the inside perimeter of my house. The family room, the kitchen, the living room, my husband's office, the hallway, the bedroom ...

... and there they are, next to a laundry basket full of clean clothes I folded a week ago but have not put away, yet. They are under a bathrobe that is draping over the edge of the basket and onto the floor, hiding my shoes.

This was 30 minutes of my life that I will never get back. I will tack it on to other 30 minute increments (or more) that I have wasted in similar efforts, like finding my car keys, finding my coat, or, yes, finding my shoes.

I do not wish to add up all of those increments, because it might make me sad to think of how much life I have wasted because of this disorder. Instead, I think I will be happy that I found my shoes.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

I Choose Mars

In 2037, twelve pioneers leave Earth to live, breed, and farm in the newly completed Mars biodome, but something sinister happens while they are on the way. A psychopathic crew member has given the crew and the Company an ultimatum: Acknowledge him as ruler of Mars or he will destroy the biodome. Tommie Candour escapes from a storage pod and finds the crew in chaos and communications severed. Her desperate need for survival compels her to risk her life, and the life within her, in an attempt to save them all.

For NaNoWriMo last year, I drafted my very first novel, I Choose Mars. For the rest of 2012 and most of 2013, I have been in the rewrite process, working the bugs out of the plot, getting rid of extraneous technical information, and bringing out the personalities of the characters.

Last week I started the edit phase of the novel. This is such a big deal as it means I'm getting closer to publishing it. Yes, I have decided to self-publish it as an e-book. Hey, the only people who know my writing are aircraft mechanics who are forced to use the technical manuals I write for them. So, as an unknown writer, I figured self-publishing is the best way to start.

I posted Chapter 1 on the I Choose Mars Facebook page yesterday.

I really want to hear what you think - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Go ahead. I can handle it.