It's 9 am on the day after Thanksgiving. I've been at the computer for about 3 hours doing research about self-publishing and marketing. I should be working on the novel. Instead I've been formulating a plan for my future as an artist and writer. Finally I'm becoming serious about my craft. But there are things I can't allow myself to forget in the excitement that comes with new pursuits.
My daughter is sitting next to me, waiting patiently to use the computer. She wants her free hour to play Minecraft. I have to limit how often my children are on the computer or they would do nothing else but play games. At least she is being patient this time. An occurrence that is highly rare as of late.
I look down at her and she has her face painted like a creeper from the game. Sometimes when they're bored they'll pretend to be in one of their favorite games. While most parents would probably wonder why their beautiful 7 year old daughter has green all over her face, I just smile at her. I love the creativity and abandonment of social norms that children tend to have.
I was hoping to get some writing done today. However, with how loud the children have been and the 15 times I was asked to get off the computer, I'm not sure I'll get anything done till they're back in school. I wish, for the millionth time, that my laptop was working. Then I could retreat into my "studio" in the garage and work in blessed silence.
Eh...maybe I'll get something done later when the free computer time has been used up. That is, of course, if my husband hasn't stolen the computer by then. :)
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