Literally, as I type right now, a 22 month old is asleep on me. It has been a rough few days for our family. Diarrhea, vomiting, fevers. This little one had diarrhea eleven times today. Eleven. So we are checking her throughout the night to be sure she isn't doing it in her sleep...and of course the last time I checked her, she woke up. She wanted to be held and I can't blame her so I just brought her in the living room with me. Before that, I was working on my second book. I'm just over 3500 words. It's called The Consequence, and it is about a relationship that gets turned upside down by infidelity. I'm really enjoying writing it. I do still hope I can finish this one in under a year, but days like today, I doubt my timeline. I am, afterall, taking care of my four children full time. I do hope with all my heart I am able to one day call writing a source of income for my family. To be paid for what I enjo...
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.