The Sweet Life
Today was a good day. It had a few tough moments, but in all I'd rate it as beautiful. Started off with me getting up early to write: I always have to feed the cat and dog and wait for my coffee to percolate first though. Then I sit down and wait for my brain to wake up for edits or writing (writing is harder than edits early in the morning). I really treasure this time and try to get as much done as I possibly can. As usual, I find myself squandering my time looking up music. I have to have that perfect song to write, you know!
Liam can wake up at any time, and when he does I calmly get him pushed toward something to eat and drink and a good cartoon. I have to be careful on the days that he's in a bad mood, because making him mad means a tantrum, and then no more writing for me. If he's in a good mood, I can get another half-hour of writing in before taking a shower. Then Julia wakes up and it's time to make eggs. She loves eggs.
Fast forward through all sorts of exciting kid stuff and cleaning and walks and books, etc, etc. Then an afternoon break finds me writing again or dreaming of writing; tea and hopefully a nice chocolate cookie in hand. I'm very ritualistic. Boring.
Today was nice because I made cookies and listened to a few favorite records and also I finally revised one of the most important scenes in my book—ever. Whew am I proud.
Tonight is pasta night and wine. The Buddy Holly Story and Car Wash. Popcorn and my kids.
It's a good time to be alive.