A shout out to all the writers who have kids…
Who can’t sit for ten minutes without a snotty nose or a spilled drink – just when they’re in the middle of a critical scene.
Who can’t gather any pace or drama because Billy has just shaved the cat.
Who keep shouting, “Turn it DOWN, I’m trying to work’.
Who feel guilty because they should be doing something with your child/ren – even though they’re going to the park as soon as they’ve finished this chapter.
Who won’t finish the chapter before they go to the park.
Who carefully explain that they have to set aside time as they have a deadline next week – knowing that it will never happen.
Who allocate time to the child/ren first – and are then so bloody worn out that they can’t sentence a string together
Who know that the child/ren is/are just acting up because you’ve told them you ‘need an hour’…
…but who still has to drop everything to deal with PlayStation rage, upset over a text message, or ‘MUUUUUM this is broken’…
…or who know that something is going on – but are utterly determined NOT to get up as the little buggers are just doing it for attention.
And who thank every God when the little horror/s go out for an hour and they can FINALLY work out how the characters out of that PARTICULAR tangle.
Yeah, I know. So here’s a *fistbump* to all the Mums and Dads who write.
(I’ve had peace for two days, and have racked up five thousand words and a completed short story. Which I’m really rather pleased with. The best thing about writing and kids? It’s the relief of the quiet… and the MASSVE HEADWAY you make when they’re out on manoeuvres!