I know I have not written anything here for a while. I’m trying to pull myself together.
It seems that lately I have been flailing in several directions trying to find myself, to make something of my life. And every time I sit down to have a good think, I am CONSTANTLY interrupted. I am SO tired of my needy kids right now. All I am asking for is one finished thought! To illustrate this point. I have had to stop 3 times already in this post to redirect Eleanor, and the baby is crying, now, again.
But, after watching Twilight 7 times in the last three days (how do you spell insomnia?), I have come to a revelation: I have to write a book or I am going to die a horrible death. I hear that authors are compelled to write, and things go badly for them if they don’t. I’ve felt compelled for a while now, but have NOTHING worth writing about. So, I think I’m going to have to make up a whole new world out of the bits and parts all around me. But I promise, for now, there will be no vampires.
So, as my parents come and take my children away from me for the day today, (Yippee!) I am going to go to work for an hour or two, then I am going to park myself at a Starbucks someplace and start writing my novel.
Therefore, I will be busy today, and don’t you dare interrupt me.