Starving kids, Frankenstein and too many video games
You know those mornings when you roll over and hit the snooze button a hundred times before finally dragging your butt out of bed to the chorus of your children wanting to know, “What’s for breakfast?” (Side note: Am I only mother with kids whose mouths gape like mutant plants the second their eyes open?)
That was the start of my day, and the kids didn’t even have school. No one needed to be up, except Master Chef, but there I was.
So after feeding my school of piranhas, I woke up enough to get in some yoga (I’m on day 2 of 30 Days of Yoga with Adrienne) and breakfast. Then it was work. And laundry. And a little more work. And snack time…
Most of my writing time today was typing up stuff I’d already handwritten (I’ll really need to kick that habit) and rereading to find the flow of this book. You know, the one I keep saying is coming. I won’t tell you how much I’ve cut and rewritten on this one.
Some days have felt like I’m doctor Frankenstein piecing this baby together without knowing how it’s going to look when I’m done.
It’s coming though, promise.
And if you’re an aspiring writer and want to know how to write with kids at home (I had 5 with me today ages 6-13) trying using a note that promises early bedtimes if they knock during writing sprints if they’re not bleeding or have a broken bone.
Works surprisingly well, especially in light of the recent changes in our home to cut waaaaaay back on screen time (video games/tablets/movies).
But that’s another post for another day. 🙂