- My house is disgusting, Sprinkles is attention deprived, husband wants my help, but I don't care. Monsoon finally took a nap for the first time in 7 months and I know I have at least 45 minutes to scribble out the story idea that's been on my mind since last Tuesday. I'm picking up the pen!
- Husband, wonderful husband, is taking Monsoon with him to a family event out of state. They will stay all weekend! I'll have mid-Friday through mid-Sunday to revise/edit/write new material AND take a break for poker night. I even cleaned the house on Thursday.
- Woo-hoo! My parents offered to keep Monsoon overnight. We'll order take-out and Hubs can do homework while I write. Perfection.
- Hubs is working on the truck, Monsoon went to sleep early, I have a couple hours left of the day before my head turns to mush. Hello paper, hello pen, hello warm summer evening on the deck with wine. I'm ready.
Blogging? Blogging is different. It's fast. It's real.
I can't sit down and come up with a couple hundreds words of fiction in twenty (or two) minutes. So I blog, because I have to write something. Right now, though... it's just not enough. I'm frustrated and pissy and all the ideas in my head feel like they're going to explode in there if I don't let them out.