I love working from home.  But some days (particularly Mondays) I miss having a place to “go to” to start the week off.  There is something very comforting in having a “routine”, even if it’s only so that you can rebel against it. (The Ex used to call me a Rebel Just Because- so that ought to tell you something).  
Well, this morning started off just like all the other Monday mornings have for the past ten months.  Except today I didn’t have the juice.  I was feeling like I …

That’s a term that my friend Suzanne uses for folks who are one woman/man shows.  I like it, and I feel like it really describes what I do here at DivaFictionBytes.  I am all of the following:  the head writer (shoot- I’m the only writer), manager of the website (thanks for the many lessons Suzanne), the VP of Marketing, and the customer service rep.  It’s a lot to keep straight.  Which is why I am also the Queen of List Making.  I am also the Queen of List Misplacing, but …

Weekends are family time (unless there is a dire work situation going on- and let’s face it- that doesn’t happen too often when you have no agent or publisher.  LOL).  That is what I declared when I started consulting and writing.  I didn’t want my daughter and The Man to feel like it is never about them.  So, I tend to stay off the computer (unless we are all on our computers- which does happen occasionally- sigh.  But at least we are all in the same room.). 
Until Monday morning.
When I …

I have never been the most organized person on the planet, but somehow, I thought that when I started working from home, all of that would change for me. I even had a vision of what my home office would look like. My guest room (read that “junk” room) is all cleared out and freshly painted. My desk faces the window with a lovely view of my small and uninteresting backyard. There is a two-drawer filing cabinet in a nearby corner, and a small stand for …

Working from home was supposed to make me special- one of the select few. My friends were supposed to ohhh and ahhh over the fact that I can work in my pajamas, or in yoga gear, or naked if I so chose (which I would not- given the current state of my 41 year old body). I was supposed to be the exception, not the rule. I had been planning to do this for years, and a few months ago, I finally made the leap. Yep, …