I have two glorious weeks of writing coming up, after a month of having the kids home from school. I love them, but I can't write much when they're around, not anymore. RWA national is on and DH is away (again). Everything feels kind of quiet and focused and sane. Not quite sure why. It should be chaos but it isn't. I'm actually more organized when I'm parenting on my own. Not as happy, but I definitely get more accomplished. My husband brings a wonderful spontaneity to our lives that is inversely proportional to my organization.
Unfortunately, I tend to get into bad habits staying up late and reading when he's away. I'm reading DEAD SILENCE by Brenda Novak right now. The lady is awesomely talented.
And Henry Cavill is there to remind me of my poor beleagued hero who I am trying to twist up into an emotional pretzel. I think I might be too nice to my characters. I'm going to try harder to make them suffer even more than they do already. Maybe this is why I am feeling sane. I am taking out my psycho on my fictional friends, rather than the real ones. ;)