Ordinary Life

So many people think that writers have wild, wooly, exciting lives--especially erotic romance writers. Their lives should be sizzling hot, so smoldering and saucy that it is virtually impossible for so-called "ordinary" people to even begin to imagine what goes on in their world. Perhaps that's the case for some writers, but for me? HA! My life is so ordinary that a Hallmark greeting card ad looks exciting by comparison. At least that's how it is here in my house this morning. Oh, shit...it's afternoon already. The morning sped by in a flurry of smoldering laundry and dirty dishes...Hmm...

Ordinary. That's how I'd describe my life. I was away last week, virtually incommunicado with the world of computers and writing, emails and yahoo groups. I was caught up in the day-to-day dramas that come with having a large extended family. Who saw who at the local WalMart...whether or not Aunt Betty's mole is really growing or her prescription glasses need replacing...does anyone besides cousin Carol think her new Lexus is to die for?...uncovering the mystery of just who left that "racy" book in the downstairs laundry room(I'm not snitching, since I gave the book to the person who was careless enough to read and leave it on display!) We'd gathered to welcome the newest member to our big, noisy family, a small one who has the most gorgeous brown eyes around. We all held her, cuddled her and discussed who she most closely resembles.

It was, all in all, an ordinary week. And now I'm returning to my ordinary life. Funny, but I think most writers live ordinary lives but are lucky enough to write about extraordinary ones in their stories. Or at least that's what I'm hoping.

But if you know something different, somehow have an inside track on a wild and wooly writing lifestyle that I haven't yet found, please don't tell me about it.Because honestly, I'm content with my ordinary life. Sometimes dull, but never boring.

Now, is that the spin cycle I hear?