I love my house and I love my husband, but one thing I've learned about Mondays is that they never change. Every Monday is a whirlwind of up early to see off my oldest daughter as she makes the 1.5 hour trek home (dropping off her cat Nero at home) before heading to work. That means up around 5am.
Urgh...
Then hubs usually has early morning meetings. Youngest daughter is also fiercely addicted to her bed, so hauling her out without an argument causes all sorts of issues.
The life of an author isn't all sunshine and roses.
The dog has to be walked, the chickens fed. The garden beds need watering and... you guessed it, there is still washing to put away, sweeping to be done and a sundry other jobs that I somehow missed.
Urgh...
Then hubs usually has early morning meetings. Youngest daughter is also fiercely addicted to her bed, so hauling her out without an argument causes all sorts of issues.
The life of an author isn't all sunshine and roses.
The dog has to be walked, the chickens fed. The garden beds need watering and... you guessed it, there is still washing to put away, sweeping to be done and a sundry other jobs that I somehow missed.
But I'm an author!
It shouldn't be like this.
I should be able to sit at my computer, safe in the knowledge that my writing time is inviolable. That I can achieve 10 000 words while servants bring me my food on etched silver trays.
Humph! If only.
It shouldn't be like this.
I should be able to sit at my computer, safe in the knowledge that my writing time is inviolable. That I can achieve 10 000 words while servants bring me my food on etched silver trays.
Humph! If only.
| Okay, so maybe a dose of reality might be necessary... perhaps If anyone is looking for me, I'm likely cleaning out the dishwasher and pulling weeds before getting down to business. See you all tomorrow! Imogene |  |
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