Nothing done...

Tonight I spent quality time with my husband. Sounds a bit strange doesn't it? Well, I'm a writer and I'm neurotic and selfish. Not to mention honest. I know my faults. It is very easy for me to get so caught up in the emotion of a story that I would gladly sit in my pink room and do nothing but write.

Ha! I've gone days not making my bed, and we won't discuss when the last time I mopped my kitchen was, too long I'm sure. This week it has been a fight for balance.

Make sure the house is kept up, work at the day job, don't fall into the story so deeply that I forget to eat. [It happens, trust me]

My family is tolerant of me. They love me, thank the heavens. However, I do feel guilty at times. I only write when I'm alone or when they are asleep. However, sometimes if I am not careful I can find myself drifting off, back into the story. Thinking, how am I going to handle this transition? Is the tone right? Am I getting off the beaten path? A million questions run through my mind. I have to admit I don't sleep nearly as much since I started writing seriously. When everything gets quiet, it seems my mind decides that this is the perfect time to start a mental marathon in my brain. Words, snippets of things pound at me until I get up and grab a notebook and pen and write it down.

Thank Heavens for good friends. Ones that tell you the truth, and make sure you don't forget the real world is out there. Thanks, Janie.

No matter how wonderful my stories can be...nothing beats just crashing on the couch with my husband, while he holds my hand.