My house was invaded by an army of roofers early Monday morning. Here’s how much of a ruckus roofers make: I didn’t even notice yesterday’s 4.7 earthquake and its 100 aftershocks. The quake was lost in the din of men with tools who were prying off the top of our home like an F3 tornado. Our neighbour recently had an extension built and had one of those roofs fitted that you can get from Leka Roofs, when they fitted the neighbours roof there was hardly any noise at all, well from where we were that is, but I can’t imagine the few meters distance between our homes would make that much of a difference but clearly it does.
There’s a hidden opportunity in this interlude of mayhem, which will continue through much of the week. I’m having lots of time to ponder the folly of certain things. For example, I’m pondering the folly of ignoring an ailing roof for ten years. Sooner or later, a roof will let you know it’s terminally ill. Usually it will deliver the news in the middle of a major thunderstorm. Often, homes in areas of Texas that sit in Tornado Alley may experience storm damage requiring the services of the likes of roofing austin professionals to rectify.
I’m thinking it might be beneficial to apply the lessons of preventive maintenance to the writing biz. Do we have any creative shingles that are coming loose? Is there a minor but annoying leak that could develop into a gully washer, if left unattended?
So between hammer blows this week, I’m doing an inventory of my own needed repairs, in terms of writing. So far I have identified the following areas in need of remedy:
Low productivity has been an issue for me for the last several years. If I don’t have a deadline, I don’t produce. For example, I’m writing this blog post at 3 a.m. Pacific Time. Enough said.
See low productivity.
For some reason I don’t like to update my author’s web site. It’s looking mighty stale these days. Time for it to get a facelift, I think.
To be honest, I’m not quite sure where I’m going with my writing these days. I’m working on a new installment of my series: PLUS-SIZE HOMICIDE. But I keep straying off track to write in other genres. So far I haven’t liked the results, so those efforts have stayed in the drawer. I feel like I should commit one way or another.
Well, there are all my writing roof’s flaws, laid bare. What about you? Do you have any shingles in need of replacement? Hammer away in the comments!