I’ve already announced that tomorrow, when Chris gets home from work, that I’m going to the library to write. I got barely forty minutes today, and that was riddled with interruptions unimaginable. I sometimes wonder if it’s meant for me to even write this–I don’t remember having this trouble with ONLY YOURS.

Even now, I am trying to type this entry as a cute three-year old has splayed himself across me. Talk about a challenge.

And now it is bedtime. With another long commute, a long day at work, then a long commute home, and then my two hours of spending time with Aidan before I can even think of getting to work.

I envy those full-time authors. You have no idea how much I do.

In the meantime, I need to steal time to write, or I’m going to lose my mind.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

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