No surprise, I am REALLY enjoying my quiet work days, alone in an empty house with only the cats for company. I especially love the mornings I spend on my novel . . . writing . . . napping . . . reading . . . writing some more. Bliss. Yes, there are times when writing feels like work, but right now it’s pure indulgence, because it means I’m NOT cleaning up potty-training accidents, arbitrating scratching fights, and saying “No, you can’t watch TV” a zillion times. I do love my kids but they are intense right now.
I would try to feel guilty for enjoying myself but I just don’t have it in me. Plus, Shawn’s getting all this lovely bonding time, particularly with Nico, and he actually likes cleaning the house and making dinner (I know! Why didn’t we switch roles sooner? I wonder how long before the novelty wears off . . .)
The extra writing time means the novel draft is moving along much more quickly. I’m nearly one-quarter finished, I think (given my estimate of how long the book will be, which is just a total guess). I’m liking the slower pace–about 1000 words a day is what I’m aiming for. I get started during my early-morning session and then pick up later where I left off.
Sadly, this little interlude is over almost before it’s begun. I’ve got full-time contract work for August, so I’ll have to drop the novel-writing during the day. All the more reason to keep the early wake-up call.
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