I’m a writer. It’s what I live for. But I also have to make a living, and I’m a mom, and both of those have to come before my writing.
So when I tell you that we’re in our third week of “computers as paperweights” at work, you know I’m frazzled. When I tell you my thirteen-year-old is being just as thirteen as it’s possible (I hope) to get, you know it’s worse.
And when I tell you I have a deadline Thursday and I’m lost in the wilds of Chapter Seven of a probable twenty-chapter book…
I’m gonna need a bigger boat.