Good

As Mum and Master of the House, most of what I do all day consists of scatter-prevention and running interference and damage control and anticipation and organization.  This eats focus with a spoon. 

Yesterday I got HOURS alone in the bedroom with laptop, notebook, post-its, index cards and SILENCE.

Writing a new novel. 

In a few months or maybe even weeks I will hate this book and it will hate me.  We'll both get tired and we will grapple with each other.  It will throw me and I'll lie on my back and think, why did I start this up, again?

For now, it's good.