Family matters

I have two gorgeous girls and a husband, and one thing I didn't anticipate (one of many, really) was that writing the book I dreamed of would take more than twelve weeks - i know, planet earth, hellooo...- and that, having written it, I would have no option to keep writing, that it was the thing I must do.

That in writing, for the first time, with my messy house, and crazy juggling act, it was self- actualization for the first time. Nothing else came close to fulfilling me; that all the fads over the years were the search for this discipline, this miracle when a story unfolded....

And that is where my kids come in. They know when they get home I will be writing. I can be distracted, that is cool, I have hugs on tap, but I am writing. 

And do you know what? They are proud of it, they want to write themselves, they can see a blessing is given and a happy, busy mum is worth celebrating. Aren't they great?