18 Sep

Life has a tendency of getting in the way.

Today was suppose to be an awesome day for writing. My daughter had a “thing” scheduled, and my son had school so I had the house all to myself today. YES! I haven’t had the entire house to myself since last June.

So I drove my daughter to the college for orientation. Then I had to get my car fixed. A water hose busted a few days before so but it only took about an hour to get that all squared away.

Back home, quiet house, and some music.
My kitchens a mess and I need to have maintenance up to fix my stove, lets clean that really quick. 20 minutes.
Couple things to clean up in the living room, but that only took five minutes.
Sit down at the computer. Oh, email. Let’s answer a couple things, and check my messages on G+. 30 min
I open up my scrivener file, and the chapter I was working on last night. Read a few lines. Hear the sound of a light saber as my cell phone goes off.

“I’m bored, can you come get me, mom?”

It’s now noon and she’s been there three hours. I go pick her up.
Take her to the store since we’re already out. We need cat food and kitty litter after all. Finally home. 60 min
We sit down on the couch for a few minutes and watch a little youtube. Another 40 minutes pass.
It’s now time to take her to her therapy session. Take her there, drop her off, come home. 15 min
I sit back down on the couch feeling tired, and drained. The day is more then half over and I’ve done nothing… well… the house is clean.

Another text, she’s ready to come home just 45 min later.

It’s now 4pm. Everyone is home. Say goodbye to the nice quiet house.

It took me a couple hours to finally get settled in front of the PC and actually get a few words out. But it wasn’t easy. This is why I usually write after 10pm. That’s when the kids are in bed, the TV is turned down, or off, and the boyfriend is busying himself with something else.

As I’m writing this, it’s 8pm. Dinner is over, the kids are settling into their own little things, and I finally… maybe… have a chance to go write. Maybe I need a shower first.


Posted by on September 18, 2014 in Personal Notes


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10 responses to “Frustrations

  1. P. S. Hoffman

    September 18, 2014 at 8:38 pm

    Don’t do it! Your readers can’t smell you! Write, right!

    • CrissyMoss

      September 18, 2014 at 9:09 pm

      Too late, I did. And then my boyfriend bribed me… If I went to get him Terriaki chicken he would get me the kindle paperwhite on my wish list…. I couldn’t say no. I’m weak!

      • P. S. Hoffman

        September 18, 2014 at 9:16 pm

        I got one of those last year. Changed my (reading) life.

        I think you’ve gotten the better deal. Definitely worth showering instead of writing.

      • CrissyMoss

        September 18, 2014 at 11:46 pm

        I agree! Definitely the better deal… except that he says I have to finish editing my book before he’ll actually buy it. I’m a sucker.

  2. Simon

    September 19, 2014 at 12:02 am

    Our house is a god-awful mess. Just sayin’ 🙂

    • CrissyMoss

      September 19, 2014 at 12:22 am

      Lol. I try. Agreed a bit I just HAVE to clean it some. Not spick n span, but cleanish.

      • Simon

        September 19, 2014 at 12:31 am

        It drives me crazy sometimes. Most people become millionaires and buy a car or house. I’m going to hire a cleaning service 🙂

      • CrissyMoss

        September 19, 2014 at 7:08 am

        Ditto! Also a secretary and a full time editor.

      • Simon

        September 19, 2014 at 7:14 am

        Wow! Imagine just having an editor on call. My mind is doing whatever the equivalent of salivating is 🙂

      • CrissyMoss

        September 19, 2014 at 7:57 am



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