Remember my list of ambitious
winter goals?
We were barreling right through them when I signed my book
contract.
Suddenly, turning my halfway completed, rough draft into a product I'd
be proud of felt a lot more important than a bathtub in the house.
You know how authors
often write in the acknowledgement section of the book about how their
spouse did the dishes, took care of the kids, and walked the dog so
that the author would have time to write? Mark did one better ---
he reminded me that the whole point of our homesteading lifestyle is to
allow us to seize the day and do what feels right at any given
moment. Then he split a whole bunch of wood and parked me in
front of the fire with the cats and a laptop.
So I'm writing myself
out until I either finish the book or get thoroughly sick of it and
need a break. Since I feel guilty if Mark is working too hard
while I'm playing on the computer, he's gone into tinkering mode
too. Even Huckleberry is doing his best to further the cause ---
our spoiled cat accepted sitting in the side car (where my feet are)
rather than sleeping on top of the keyboard. Aren't I lucky to
have such an awesome team?
Comfy chair, warm fire, laptop, cats. I can imagine worse ways to pass the time.
Good luck with your writing!