Had one of those days yesterday, you know the kind I mean. The days when you're awake at 5 am, and from then on everything you do is for someone else, and then your hamster dies and people just can't understand why you're so damn moody.
But the kids were both in their beds by nine, bless their little souls. House wasn't on, so I compensated by eating a bowl of ice cream with chocolate syrup, and then some potato chips. Good eating habits be damned, it was resuscitation by caloric overload. Get that "I can do this" feeling started again. Then I took a bath and went to bed. I coped.
Today we'll exchange the poor dead hamster for a live one and see if this one's destined for a long and illustrious career as a D. family pet.
In writing news, I've been running Juniper through the prewriting machine to see if I can make anything of it. I'm learning a lot, particularly about what's wrong. At this point I'm more interested in the other story idea I have, though. Now that I've given myself permission to start something new, I feel like that's the right choice. I was a long time getting here because I was so guarded about letting my nature take over - I'm a great starter and a terrible finisher. I lack temerity. I give up too easily. However, after five years on JUNIPER, I think I've proven I can hack it. Now I need to let that sucker go.
I should probably wash my hair and do some laundry while baby is asleep. Happy writing, ladies!