12 April 2010


This weekend I was able to do a bit of work on my book.

It felt so good to be able to spend almost two hours on it, on a Sunday no less...
Lately, what with being a homeschooling mother of two, my life has been a balancing act where my writing has been relegated to the time spent in hallways or waiting rooms, during my daughters' dance lessons or waiting for the doctor or dentist. To be able to sit in front of the wood stove (not lit, for a change), on my own couch, felt luxurious.

Just as I know I will probably pay for it by having to do more during the week on my freelance job to make up for those stolen hours, I know I will have to do it again.

It felt too darned good...