So, last night I'm planning out my day today. Big daughter can get a jump on her school work and then has an art class. Little daughter, will as usual, tag along. I will get 1750 words written today cause I only got about one page written before I simply could not think anymore last night.
Day is moving slowly along, typical day for us, I finally start getting ready for the day and Big Daughter and Little Daughter start playing nicely and sweetly together. I stand watching them going - okay am I gonna retain my title of Meanest Mother in the World and inform them play is over and Big Daughter has to get to her school work now. Or, am I gonna be a total softy, and tip toe away and pray the quiet and peace last longer than 15 minutes. In case you don't know me very well, it was the latter. Peace and quiet are always at the top of my list any day of the year.
But do I use this peace and quiet and jump into my writing, well, just a little. I got another page written (250 words), but I spend most of the time catching up on my emails (something I could do with the screaming and the fighting in the background). So, now back to the writing. They are still quiet, over an hour of peace, wow!! And before anyone asks, no they aren't getting into trouble, I've been checking every couple of minutes to make sure. Maybe it's the peace and quiet that is making it hard for me to get into the story. After about five minutes, I feel compelled to jump up and make sure that they aren't engaged in a silent war or completely destroying something.