My children have started questioning why I'm hiding out in the office every evening and ignoring them. My daughter has been opening the door and saying , "Mommy, mommy, look at me, look at me."
Then she does something silly, like jump backwards or spin around. If I happen to look away while she does it, I get scolded, "You weren't watching me, Mommy." and then she does it again - purely for my annoyance enjoyment.
Mostly, I try and wait until they are in bed, but sometimes when the writing muse strikes, you have to sit down and write. When my husband is home I don't feel quite so guilty. He can play Spiderman with them while I work.
But tonight, my hubby is out of town (again) and after dinner I knew I needed to write that death scene that came to me while driving my kids to swimming. So, I started writing.
My son came in the room, "Mom, what does that creature look like again?"
"Which creature?" I asked, not remembering that the other evening I had come out of the office in a state of exuberance after writing a thrilling fight scene between my warrior chick and a very bad Werebeast. My son had been quite intrigued at the time.
So when he reminded me, I told him. Then he asked me, "Is your book going to have pictures so I can see it?"
"Maybe," I said. And then an idea came to me, "Why don't you draw a picture of the Werebeast. That way you can see what it looks like."
And so he did.... My first official illustration for my book:
Oh - it gives me the shivers just looking at it - those claws, those horns, those sharp teeth. He has begun work on some others for me too. Sometimes the little interruptions arn't so bad after all.
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