Waiting For Sunday

I always wait for Sunday. These days it’s usually my catch up day. That means I have to clean up the clutter in my office. I always have too many projects going on at once.

My desk is in it’s usual disarray . There are recipes competing with emails and letters to answer. Websites I want to comment on, questions to ask anyone who knows about links, social networking. It’s all Greek to me.

And my bookshelves. I’m a book junkie. My friend reminded me the word I was looking for was category, when I said I wanted to organize them. But truthfully, I should call them scattergories. For their is fiction, non fiction, novels, books I haven’t read yet, cookbooks nestled next to art books, and the craft of writing books, and the list goes on and on.

When that’s finished, there are the insides of all the drawers and file cabinets. They aren’t in bad shape, because you can’t see inside them.

Then there is my writing. This blog, short stories, memoirs, bits and pieces of writing to be finished, edited, and filed away — or published?

Sorry, I have to leave. I’m going to Office Max and get some new notebooks for all my writing.

I’m going to be making some notes on memoir writing in the next couple of months. Our writing group is going to give a workshop on this subject. I think I will include some of it here, in case any of you would like to try to write your memoir.

Because it’s holiday season, remember the caregiver.

Adopt A Caregiver, and give the gift that lasts forever, and costs nothing. Tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene