The last couple of weeks have been mind-numbing to say the least. Here I am, an aspiring writer, in a contest to write a 60k novel in 60 days (one huge elephant) and I got devoured by a lion (life, job, life).
That's right, a taunt, thick-maned, full-grown adult male! This lion includes hospital trips for my co-worker (the only other person who knows how to do my job), my car getting caught in a giant rain puddle, entire family sick and ill, Easter holiday and guests, and 60 hours work weeks.
Now I have to regroup! How do other writer's do it? I can't run away to a secret island or hidaway. The hubby and kids refuse to be left to their own devices. Locking myself in a room for an hour is practically impossible.
Do you ever feel like when you finally have a handle on your dream that fate tends to shove it's way in to de-rail you?
That's how it feels right now! Crappy Fates! Solutions and tips are welcome!