Our home is a constant flurry of activity. Four kids have a way of doing that. We’ve got all kinds of stuff, good and not-so-fun: pre-teen angst, four-year-old curiosity, friendly brother rivalry, infant squeals. I love being a parent, but goodness. Finding the time (and the quiet) to write is a challenge.
This weekend I spent a lot of time in my car. Not travelling to our family’s homes for Thanksgiving (although we did do that earlier in the week), but so I could have a place quiet enough to work on some tough scenes in The Darkening.
Sometimes my office (which is also our dining room) is busy with little hands making incredible art. Sometimes my bedroom (or second-office, if you will) is taken up by boys lounging on my bed, watching old Transformer’s cartoons. Sometimes the hearth-room is taken because the Hubster is watching football. Sometimes the only place to get a little peace and quiet is in the car.
And that’s what you do when you’re working on something important. You work around life’s obstacles. You find a way to get what you need, even if the solution is unconventional.
This week I’m working on another really tough scene. Wish me luck. It deals with a situation that I’m not comfortable with, and something that I know very little about. I’m also going to be doing some world-building and myth-making, which is fun, but *phew* it’s a big bite to chew.
Last week you voted to snoop through Merryn’s underwear drawer. We’ll have a peek in there tomorrow.