When I write, I write.

When I get the urge to write, that is all I want to do. Eating is essential, but I bring my plate to my laptop and take bites in between my flow of 'brilliant' ideas.

Housework takes a back seat, and I get irritated that my dear husband prefers a clean house over the thousands of words I crank out during the day. Silly man. :) Good thing he's such a wonderful man, and can clean up after himself, and even the kids so I don't have to do it all. (don't you wish you were as blessed as I am?)

One thing I've noticed about myself is that I don't like interruptions. When my kids need something or have to talk to me or just want to make sure I'm still alive and not some zombie banging away at the keyboard, I get annoyed at them. How terrible is that? I love my children dearly, and cherish the fact that I am a Stay at Home Mom, but some days I can't wait until they grow up so they can go to school, (all day) and let me have some focus time on the computer.

Then I freak out that I thought that terrible thing and go snuggle them while they are still young enough to want me to. (plus, my plan is to go back to teaching once my youngest is in school)

I discovered that the best way to avoid those problems is to either stay up into the wee hours of the morning while they are asleep, and end up cranky all day, or go visit my parents in my hometown, and write there. DH isn't there to be irritated that the housework isn't done, and I can get the flow out with minimal interruptions since the kiddos can play with Grandma or Grandpa.

I've also put off writing at times when I've had something else I should focus on since I know if I did even a little, I'd get so into it, I couldn't quit. (It's seriously like an addiction.)

I must praise my DH for his support in this obsession of mine. He even tells me he likes my writing. Bless him for cleaning up for me when I just can't drag myself away from all the verbs, nouns, adjectives, em-dashes, parenthesis, and so on. Thanks lover.