What we do when the words won’t come.

I love my family. I really do, but for the past five days, every time I’ve tried to write I’ve gotten like one sentence written and then someone in my house has started yelling or screaming. It’s driving me crazy. I love the children and the husband, but I’m not sure that I can take this much longer.

In fact, as I write this, there is a cacophony of random monkey noises and shouts. This is the time that someone chooses to brush the baby’s mass of curly tangled hair. This is the moment that the seven year old absolutely has to pull something gigantic out of her room to show everyone, banging said item against walls and sliding it loudly across the floor. 

This is my life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes you just need some quiet time. When you work from home it’s even more important. 

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4 thoughts on “What we do when the words won’t come.

  1. Yup. Here’s a sample of my life: aaah, I finally have the time, the motivation, the mood. I’m going to sit down to write!
    My family: apparently now is the time to just start talking about everything ever and for a long time, oh, you can do that later.

    I found I do my best work when I wake up in the morning with writing as my mission. As in writing RIGHT NOW, when no one’s around to distract me. Otherwise, it’s all too easy to get caught up in what everyone else wants.

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