Archives for September 2014

In which I start breaking rules…

Today, I break the rules.

So I have this big idea that is only half defined.

How big? At the moment it’s covering the wall of my bedroom in those giant flip-chart post-it sheets. Most of them are filled with TINY handwriting. Most of the handwriting is mine, but some of the drawings belong to my husband. He’s listened as my heart spilled out onto paper and tried to sketch in the details as I talked.

It’s messy.

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In which I shut the door…

Last night, the following announcement was made in my house.

I AM GOING UPSTAIRS AND LOCKING MYSELF IN MY BEDROOM. FOR THE NEXT HOUR, PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK ON THE DOOR OR SHOUT THROUGH THE KEYHOLE. NOT EVEN IF YOU NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM. THE ONLY REASON TO ASK ME TO OPEN THE DOOR WOULD BE FOR A FIRE… OR LARGE AMOUNTS OF HUMAN BLOOD.

With that, I ran up the stairs leaving my children in the more than capable hands of my husband. I closed (and locked) the bedroom door and slipped into my PJ’s. With a quick hit to the “writing playlist” and a deep sigh of satisfaction, I finally began to write.

Finally. As in… it’s been months since I even tried to write in peace.

Y’all. It lasted less than three minutes. That’s when my husband started texting me. I am NOT kidding. Granted, it was for a good cause. After almost a year, he finally sold the extra truck that’s been sitting in our driveway. He got his asking price.

(So the next time I lock the family out of my bedroom, the exception list will include fire, human blood, and large sums of cash.) [Read more…]

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