Home again, Home again, jiggidy-jig!
Well, there came and went my holiday! It is true what they say - you need a holiday to get over your holiday! With Wychwood festival, followed by walking every day while our daughter is enjoying herself at Glan LLyn, plus getting some research done - I haven't stopped yet!
We had the opportunity to do a walking/research trip so we grabbed it with both hands, yanked it our way and refused to let go! (You may or may not be aware that we never have time alone - people aren't available to help out with an autistic child) So when we get a three day break - we are gone!!
Besides enjoying ourselves - I was feeling pulls of guilt for not writing for a few days. In fact, it was so bad, I was literally gagging on the bit to have my notebook and pen to hand when we visited the Sygun mine in Beddgelert.
I was excited to be writing, if only jotting down scene idea's while hubby took a multitude of photo's to help remind me when I come to describe. I felt like an author.
And that's it isn't it. Feeling like I belong. That knowing that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing and hey - what is better than doing it with my darling husband???
But, then reality hits, it's play-acting until I am selling enough books to make a difference - isn't it?
I have my books in so many pies - but what if people are not hungry for those particular pastries - or - they can't find the bakery - which is the problem in my case??
EchoesFreya's Child
We had the opportunity to do a walking/research trip so we grabbed it with both hands, yanked it our way and refused to let go! (You may or may not be aware that we never have time alone - people aren't available to help out with an autistic child) So when we get a three day break - we are gone!!
Besides enjoying ourselves - I was feeling pulls of guilt for not writing for a few days. In fact, it was so bad, I was literally gagging on the bit to have my notebook and pen to hand when we visited the Sygun mine in Beddgelert.
I was excited to be writing, if only jotting down scene idea's while hubby took a multitude of photo's to help remind me when I come to describe. I felt like an author.
And that's it isn't it. Feeling like I belong. That knowing that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing and hey - what is better than doing it with my darling husband???
But, then reality hits, it's play-acting until I am selling enough books to make a difference - isn't it?
I have my books in so many pies - but what if people are not hungry for those particular pastries - or - they can't find the bakery - which is the problem in my case??
EchoesFreya's Child
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