So far, this week has FLOWN by. I’m happy with my word count. I’m sitting at a healthy 13,895 words. I knew I was going to be taking weekends off. Having Little Man around makes it impossible to get much serious writing done. Or any writing at all. When he seems me writing, he steals my notebook and pen and does his own writing. He’s such a little
shit helper.
If the Husband had a ‘normal’ job with weekends off and only 40 hours a week (instead of his 80+ – it’s the oilfield, what ya gonna do, right?), he swears he’d let me lock myself in the bedroom and pound away at the keyboard. But I’ll make the best of the situation and jot down notes while Little Man is spinning in circles in the kitchen and yelling “WHOA” when he gets tipsy. Continue reading