Where Does The Time Go?

I have been so derelict in my (writing) duties. You know, I was going to say I haven’t written anything in awhile, I’ve written several letters, and I’ve worked on another author’s manuscript (great story, by the way). Something is going on with me. I think I’m a little tired. A lot has been going on. That is, I’ve taken a few road trips, and even preparing for them (mentally) took up much more time than I should have allowed (I hate when that happens). Like this morning, I spent a lot of time on Twitter thanking people for following me (By the way, I need some help with the tweeting thing).

Ultimately, I’m certain I’ve wasted far too much time. I have deadlines to meet, which I’m sure I’ll make. I guess I’m facing the dreaded “crunch time.” I didn’t want it to be like that, and it certainly didn’t have to be. I’m just a little out of order right now. I have to find my order. I’ll probably start with not touching my doggone Smartphone so often. Those things are like “crack.” No, really, they are. I play games on it. I check Instagram. I look at Twitter and Facebook. Of course, I text. The only time I’m not touching it is when it’s charging and, the truth is, I even fiddle with it while it’s charging. It’s too much. I should be writing during all of that empty time.

I’m a little disappointed that I haven’t blogged since the end of April (where does the time go). I have to do better by myself. After all, I am a writer. I’m supposed to make the time to embrace my craft. May 26th, 2013, wish I had something more introspective and interesting to talk about, but this is what you get today. Check me out in a week or so.

Simply TRB

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My name is Taya R. Baker, but I write under the pen name T. R. Baker. By day I work for a state court judge; by night I write, copy edit for new authors, and provide scoping services to court reporters. I’m the oldest of my parents’ four children, and the only girl.