I had planned to write about the Erinyes today, AKA “The Strong Ones,” but I got waylaid by another kind of monster. Sometimes, the monsters we deal with on a daily basis are worse than the ones we encounter in fiction. Here are some of my scariest ones:
* The Dust Bunny. Big and hairy and growing by the day. AKA The Hair Ball, for those of us with pets who shed a lot (Tanker, you know who you are). I should be able to spend all my spare time writing, not doing housework for goodness’ sake. Laundry, grocery shopping, and yardwork also fall into this category of monster.
* The Day Job. Especially when it spills over into “my” time. I can’t grouse about this one too much, though, because I’d hate to be trying to write novels under the interstate. Which is where I’d be living without it.
* Family Obligations. AKA the ‘You Don’t Ever Talk to Me Anymore, You Just Crouch Over That Computer’ monster. Yeah, well. I guess some of them will have to take care of me when I’m old and decrepit, so, okay already.
* Internet Insanity, AKA Facebook, Twitter and Blogs, oh my. AKA Time Suck. ‘Nuff said. Gotta go. Another monster calls.
What are your biggest real-life “monsters,” the ones that keep you from doing what you want when you want?