I wrote that story yesterday, the one from the dream I had about a man and his wall gadget. It turned out pretty good! It's more sci-fi/time travel, which I'm happy about because I've been meaning to write time travel but have been staying in the literary/mainstream genre for awhile now. I love both and so I'm completely happy with what I'm producing.
I notice that while writing a whole story, in a day or a few days time, that I pay less attention to the kids and get grouchy when they interrupt me. Most of the time I'm doing dishes, laundry, reading books, basically being a mom. But when I get caught up with writing, being a mom gets pushed to the side and it makes me feel guilty. But then I'm happy that I wrote something and worked hard. I'm happy that I have another piece to send out.
Anyone else have this problem of being engrossed in writing and feeling the rest of their world crumble? How do you cope?