I get spoiled on my week off because I have hours to just sit and write while the kids are at school. The week I work, it is a little more difficult to squeeze in time. Usually I ends up with just stuff scribbled down on random bits of paper (and occasionally flesh when paper is not available. Remember the Disney movie Mulan where she wrote notes on her arm and then couldn’t read them after they got smudged? Yeah, that’s me.)
The thing is life doesn’t go away…. Well okay, eventually it does, but that is all the more reason to scribble like mad while you can. Honestly I am so tired right now that I don’t know what will end up on the pages I’ll write today. I’ll write them anyway. (Then edit them later.) Because I have a moment right now and I am going to use it. I don’t know how long my free moment to write will last, so I have to make the most of it.
*Sigh. Rubs tired eyes* Writing is hard, it’s lonely, and it quite often drags a writer to the very edge of madness. (Sometimes I’m not sure which edge.) However, there is very little else I’d rather be doing.