I have embarked on my new career with complete enthusiasm. Yet my life still goes on, so I must do what I can to squeeze my new hobby joy into what time I can. And with what I write, erotic romance, this is very challenging!
First, it’s impossible to try and write in the living room with the kids watching t.v. or playing video games. Fine…there are plenty of rooms in the house. Kitchen table…not so comfortable for hours of writing. Bedroom occupied. So my wonderful mother bought some very comfortable lawn furniture for me but weather impacts whether or not I use it. And I found I cannot use it for the ‘read aloud’ stage of my writing. The neighbors! Remember this is erotica!
So ultimately I bounce around in where I write. And sometime I’m also using this space and time to do a little work or blog. But when I’m home, EVERYONE assumes I’m in charge. My fault really…I’ve trained them that way. (Yes, I’m working on correcting that but it takes time.) And sometimes I get interrupted…usually by the kids. It goes like this.
….She had a moments warning from his eyes before his lips came crushing down on hers. Strong arms enveloped her but it wasn’t enough. She had to be closer to him, feel him along every part of her body. He deepened his kiss when she wrapped her arms around his neck with a whimper of need. His lips left hers to trail along her neck. When he reached her ear he whispered, “Mom, I’m hungry”
uuuurrrrkkk…..squeel the tires of the muse to a stop.
I have to control the urge to choke the shit out of offending child be overly permissive when the muse is really in control. It’s far too easy to just park them in front of an electronic and shower them with snacks to keep them out of my hair! Although I admt, I’ve done it.
Now that I’ve been trying to do this and juggle everythng for almost a year I’ve managed to find a balance. I channel June Cleaver of Jane Jetson when interrupted, plastering a smile and taking several breaths before dealing with the demands of the family.
My mantra…They’ll be 18 eventually!