Mamalicious!

I worked on my novel this morning.

Now, for a writer, that’s generally not a profound statement.  However, for someone like me who is in a constant, quiet frenzy juggling freelance assignments with due dates and not much pay, housework, mama-work, volunteering, more housework, more mama-work, and a novel and non-fiction book projects that might pay off in the future–this is a really profound statement.

If I was buried beneath all my laundry–dirty, and clean-but-not-put-away laundry–you would need a search party to find me.   I think the kittens’ food bowl is empty.  I have a dear friend whose call I haven’t returned in over a week.  I have a freelance assignment that’s due today, and an appointment this afternoon that leads right into the time my kids come home from school.  I had all intentions of finishing that freelance assignment this morning, taking my time with it.  Instead, the novel called, so I ignored everything else, and I ran with it.  I had fun with it.  I realized how much I miss it when I’m doing other things.  It felt like an indulgence to write.  It felt irresponsible.

And I loved, loved, loved it.

So now, I will work on that freelance assignment at a manic pace, and probably, maybe finish in time.  Whatever happens, I feel like I spent this morning doing exactly what I needed to be doing.

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