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Last night, as I tried desperately to settle down and write my 1,667 words for the day, Leah got up to tell me something. Two minutes after I returned to computer, Joy got up and had to go to the bathroom. Five minutes later, Joy began shrieking at the top of her lungs because she believed she hadn't had a last hug and kiss. Two minutes after that was settled, Mother In Law came out and needed help with her meds.
Charles is away for the weekend.
I am very, very proud of myself that I still managed to sit down and write...eventually. My creative Lent continues; this is day 7 with no leisure reading (though, technically, one of Geoff's posts turned out to be fiction, so that's a slight bobble.) In addition to freeing up time, it also makes me desperate for text...even if I'm writing it myself.
Charles is away for the weekend.
I am very, very proud of myself that I still managed to sit down and write...eventually. My creative Lent continues; this is day 7 with no leisure reading (though, technically, one of Geoff's posts turned out to be fiction, so that's a slight bobble.) In addition to freeing up time, it also makes me desperate for text...even if I'm writing it myself.
