by Kristina Wright
I try to get the kids outside to play after breakfast. The fresh air is good for all of us. Well, maybe it's just good for me. It seems to bring out some aggression in the little ones.
There are some days when the words just won't come (or people just won't leave me alone) and I feel stressed and frustrated. Ever had one of those days? Maybe I should monitor my caffeine intake more closely.
Sometimes I just need to take a break and remind myself why I write. Seeing one of my books on the shelf with THE BOOK is motivational. Encouraged and hopeful that some day MY book will be THE BOOK, I will do a little more work and pick up a treat for myself.
While the boys are playing, I might be a good mother and bake some cookies. You know, to make up for that breakfast fiasco.
Many nights are spent writing, editing and blogging after the boys go to bed. Some nights, though, all I want is a drink as big as my head. Nod if you understand what I'm talking about.
I thought so.
Most nights, I make it to bed sometime after midnight. Sometimes a little later. Depends on the obstacles.
Once in bed, I indulge myself in various ways...
I always fall asleep with a smile on my face.
I love my life. I really do.