I would love to tell you all that I am 3/4 of the way through my novel for FraMoWrihoweverlongittakesMo.
But I'd be lying.
I am not even close.
I did get off to a strong start but truly...what the hell was I thinking???
I committed myself during a time when:
- school was finishing
- we took our family vacation (which was great btw)
- we are undergoing construction and other home improvements
- the kids are home EVERY DAY, ALL DAY
It literally is a joke.
All day workers call my name, hammers pound my walls, shovels dig into my dirt, drills screech into my stone. My kids whine, my dogs bark, and the phone, please, will someone please quiet the damn phone.
And then it's 9am.
I want to write!
Last week, I told myself this week.
This week, I've promised myself next week.
Wonder what I'll tell myself after that.
I feel like a failure.