Life… interrupting my writing…

I woke up yesterday with a story in my head.  It has been mulling about there trying to gather form for a while now.  Yesterday morning I woke up, showered, sat down to the computer and wrote about 1000 words in roughly half an hour.  I was dragged away to take Ken to the airport and spend the day with my daughter and her godmother. 

As I’m driving in to the airport, I’m thinking about where I left the story.  I am adding layers in my head and working out details.  I kiss my husband goodbye and watch him walk into the airport to fly away to Georgia.  There are pangs of missing him even though he just left.  I have a moment of worrying about him flying for the first time.  But I have to let that go…

Vicki and I drive towards home and picking up her godmother.  We are off to the movies and lunch.  All the while I’m thinking about this story in my head.  I can’t let it go.  It keeps pushing its way into my brain.  We saw Tangled.  It was good and light hearted.  Even while I’m watching that this story is poking me.

We go out to lunch and back to our place for cards and games.  It’s fun.  We have a good time.  Still that story pokes at me.  I take her godmother home and my thoughts are all about the story.  I have supper with my daughter and the story is all but jumping up and down in front of me demanding my attention.

Finally after a shower to warm up, I sit back down to the computer.  I write.  My mind is happy filling in the details, finally being able to tell the story.  Vicki interrupts me with her giggling – it makes me smile a lot.  She comes to talk to me, bring me fluid, chocolate…

Somewhere around 11:30 she nudges me (okay really she hit me over the head with a large mallet) to go to bed.  I look at my story.  Realize I’m at a good stopping point and decide she’s right – I should sleep.  Nearly 5000 words into this story and I’m still focused on it so much I woke up this morning thinking about it. 

Today – I’m going to get the edits for the Moon manuscript on the computer.  Then I’ll see where my writing takes me… want to guess where I’ll end up? 

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