Today, I gifted myself the time to write, but I have this damn migraine trying to creep in, so I am resting for a bit. It works out because my daughter is home with me, so it has turned into a "Can I have..." kind of day. Thus far, she has requested two cup cakes (neither of which she finished), water, help peeing, and grapes. The thing with kids is that they ask for things in a rhythm that often keeps disrupting whatever you do. Now, she wants potato chips. Love it!
That is why I admire writing moms who work in short spurts. I don't feel so bad when all I can do is sneak in 30 good minutes. Even so, it is only 10a.m., and I have set the gauntlet to finish the last story in my collection.
Send prayers and happy thoughts!
Keep writing, even if you are doing all of your other important jobs, the best job of helping someone grow into a wonderful human being. #barrioblues