Life, ahhh crap

I so wish things were different sometimes. Wish life were different. Wish people were different. There are so many things that feel so far away, I'll never touch them because of choices I've made. How can anything be impossible? I never used to believe that to be true, but wonder now if there really are some things that are just unattainable. And if I got them, would I want them then? I think so. But didn't I once want what I have now?

Writing with children

I hear these stories about fabulous authors writing these amazing stories under less than great conditions, a child sitting on their lap even. Personally, my mind just does not work when I have a kid hanging on me, talking to me, in the same room. How do they do it? What's the trick? Do they have stronger minds, or maybe, quieter children?

You love me! You really love me!

So, I thought no one gave a crap if I blogged about my mundane life, but I suppose they do. Wahooo! What's new? I don't feel like I have to throw up anymore! That's awesome! Right? Yes, it is.

Met with the writers group this morning. Very cool group of people. Going to try to get a job at Barnes and Noble. Has nothing to do with money and everything to do with my love for the smell of books. Not.

I'm literally sick and tired. So much for being positive!

There has to be a way to get a schedule down where I can do some writing. I mean seriously!

I have every intention of getting some real work done today...after all the other crap I have to do to get ready for tomorrow. Oh why can't I lock myself in a cabin in the woods and become one of those super cool writing hermits for a couple months. I think that would be helpful.

Going to watch my two year old niece today. The "amazing cartoon box" doesn't work quite as well on the toddlers, so I may not be getting much work done today. Should be spending time with her anyway. She's cute as a button.

Although, I have to admit, the day before yesterday I got out the 'ole laptop and got to work on a new story. I made a couple paragraphs of progress putting some detail into what I had already written. But then the Husband came to talk to me about something or another and the focus was gone. Being as how I cannot get people to understand I shouldn't be interrupted if I am in front of the computer typing away, I need to figure out a way to regain my momentum once it has been screwed up.