Can you guess what happens next?
About two a.m. I begin to hear sniffs and sneezes and coughs from Max's room. By the time I get up at five, he is too congested to sleep and he gets up with me. He has a snotty, rattly cough, no fever but there is way too much going on in his nose and throat to go to school.
This happens all the time. The minute I get revved up creatively the universe will throw a wrench into the works with illness, car trouble, financial woes, some kind of crisis that completely derails me. I used to think it was the universe slapping me down, saying Who do you think you are?
Not anymore. Today I think it is the universe saying, Okay. How bad do you want it? So I make notes. I'm doing as much prep work as I can today while snuggled on the couch with my snotty boy, so when the next chunk of time comes my way – I'll be ready.
Besides, there is no better way to spend a Monday than snuggled on the couch with your kid. Right?
Oh man have I been there...when I declared that I would write my rough draft in two months, everyone got sick multiple times, we had a bunch of snow days, etc. But I think you're right--it's about how bad we want it.
ReplyDeleteLife will never run smooth enough to please us--we have to write around the errands, the sick children, the visitors, everything. Sometimes I get mad and think that male creative geniuses probably don't have to deal with this stuff, but then I think, so what? This is my life, this is what I've chosen. And I can choose to write anyway.
So take care of your boy, do lots of snuggling and tending, and then when you can, write.
Thanks, Karen. Snuggling away over here - though occasionally he remembers he's nine and needs his own couch space...
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