I have to admit, I think it’s kind of funny that shortly after I blog about falling in love with writing again, life happens to throw a great big wrench in my writing plans. But it’s such a happy wrench I don’t really care. I do like it when life does such a good job.
My older boy, who I haven’t seen since September 2017, came to visit me. And kept it a secret until he walked through the door. What a happy, wonderful surprise!
Last night was so incredibly joyous for me. My husband and stepson went out to meet a mutual friend for dinner, so it was just me and my two boys. And all we did was watch a movie, play a board game, and then a card game. Pretty tame stuff. But it was just like the old days, when they were younger. It was just the three of us, together, having fun, teasing one another and laughing. Oh, the sound of my boys laughing together is just about the best sound ever, and it’s been a while since I heard it. It made my heart smile and it won’t stop grinning.
So, I don’t really know what’s going to happen to any plans for productive writing of fiction for the next three weeks. I’m sure I’ll get some stuff done, but I have a feeling that I’m not going to be nearly as productive as I thought I was going to be before my boy walked through that door a couple days ago. I’m hoping to keep on track with my writing challenges. We’ll see. I’m sure I’ll be able to settle down enough to write soon; I just can’t imagine it right now. But I have managed to do the ROW80 check-in, so that’s a good sign. It bodes well.
And for those of you paying attention and doing the math, yes, I’m currently the only girl living in a house with four boys. Any good thoughts you can send my way will be most appreciated. Haha!