Planned on getting some writing done and a revision for a sold story, but I created gamer children. My mistake was mentioning that it looked like a good day for us to hang out. By that, I meant I would work while they watched The 100 or Arrow reruns – all in the same room. Quasi-family time. Nope, my spawn want games. So before I can get anything else done, it’s Imperial Assault and Zombicide.
TLDR: Don’t mention free time to your kids if you already have plans. It’s a Rook mistake.
Here we go.
The most writing I’ll get done all day is this blog post. I could resent it and make everyone in the house miserable, or I could give up my time to the people I love. Throw something about a grateful heart in there. You’re smart people, figure it out.
I need to write today though. It helps when sand blows through my brain, bringing that smell off the desert with it. It helps when I find myself hyperaware and on edge for no reason. It helps when I want to blow up over spilled juice or the fact that my little one can’t find his shoe again. It helps because there are things that need to be taken out of my head and put on the page.
Therapy helps. Writing is better.