First, my book is flowing, like really flowing. I have managed to write or 21,000 words in one week. Only working for about two hours a day, occasionally longer. This week, yesterday actually, the writers workshop Psychology of Characters started and so far it is pretty interesting. We have homework tonight even 🙂 (Never thought I’d smile after writing something like that). It’s a week long course online via a web group by a published author from the RWA (Romance Writers of America). There is actually a very nice woman from Austria also in the class. Very cool – we’ve been emailing outside the group.
Enter Murphey’s Law
At 3 pm my mobile rang as I was pulling into the school parking lot (pick up is 3:20 but we were early). It’s the school nurse. Boo has just thrown up and will be in her office when I arrive. (This is the part where I say Haven’t I Said This Recently?) On the way home he informs me I need to pull Lucy over (aka the car) because he needs to vomit. Or as we say around here, SPIT. On the side of the road spitting, cars whizzing past. FUN! We get home and he falls asleep on the towel covered couch so I run down with the chick to switch some laundry. I come up and the poor thing (did I mention he’s a sleep vomiter?) is SPITTING while on the couch. Clean off the kid, clean off the couch, transfer new clean towels to crappy I-Could-Care-Less-Chairs with SPIT bowl. Poor thing. I finally got some Tylenol in him (fever of 37.9, not too bad), he’s refusing Gatorade, his fav and won’t even touch a pretzel stick. Normally he’s begging me for food right after getting sick. So I know he’s pretty miserable. I think he will be sleeping on the air mattress tonight while I take the not SPIT on part of the couch. He’ll be home tomorrow which means I will have to silence the voices in my head (book characters) for another day. And keep baby out of spit bowl (she thinks he’s got food and nat sharing and keeps getting mad even though I show her there isn’t anything in there!)
Here’s to a long couple of days!