I cannot help but share this story with you all.
So I started writing 30 minutes earlier than usual this morning. I was writing up a frenzy up until noon in which time I ate my dinner and chatted with my DH for 30 minutes. After he left at 12:30 I rushed back upstairs before he was even out the driveway, I do believe. My fingers were itching. So the words were just spilling like crazy, and it seemed like I'd been writing for a long time and I glance down at the clock on my screen and start to freak 1:59? Oh no, I need to quickly save my progress, get my phone and my cup, turn off my light, fish the dog out from under the desk, and lock up my office(I do this to keep the cats off my desk, and my son from ripping up all my papers). I rush down stairs to prepare my son a snack, set it on the sideboard where he knows to go get it (can't leave it on the table since my little dog samples it while I'm gone to the bus). I put on my boots and coat, and then stand looking out the window over the hill, waiting until I see the bus. It gets here at 2:09 like clockwork everyday!
I wait.
Hm, this seems to be taking longer then usual. Where is the bus?
2:10
They must be doing a bus drill today, I think.
2:11
It's getting hot in this coat.
1:12
what??? how did that happen? 1:12? I am going totally insane!
I rush to the sideboard and seal up his snack. Fling off my coat. Kick off my boots, and rush upstairs for 45 more minutes of writing.
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I am loving this writing frenzy, but I really have to force myself to do housework. I find myself cutting corners, or being satisfied with just the basics. Friday, the kids will be home...I'll give it a good cleaning then, I guess.
~R
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