Still set on finishing.

I began this book in January of 2010. At the time I had one child and had just gotten pregnant with my second. Now I have a three year old, two year old, 8 month old, and am pregnant with my fourth. The other night after all three kids were asleep I sat down to write. My teething baby woke up about three minutes after I started. I closed the laptop and tended to her.
My desire to finish this project is still strong, I just have the responsibility of two toddlers and an infant first.
My husband said he has a co-worker that published a book. He asked her for advice for me. She simply said, "tell her to finish the book." Of course. Finish the book. I know this, yet sometimes I go weeks, even months, without writing a single sentence.
I am still certain I am meant for this. I am still working. It will be finished!

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