Things have been slow going on the writing front. It seems that now that my kids are in school I have less time to write. I used to hire a babysitter to come and I’d have her do the laundry while I wrote for a couple of hours a week. No babysitter, no writing, endless laundry!

I designated Tuesday and Thursday (days Grace is in Kindergarten) as writing days. But the boys get out early for school on those days leaving me a little over three hours to write. Not a whole lot of time. And lately, say the entire month of October, I’ve been going on field trips once a week on those designated writing days. I know I don’t have to go on field trips, but it’s one thing I love to do, plus being the control freak I am, I want to be involved in my kids’ lives as much as possible and have photos to prove it and scrapbook, eventually. But truthfully, I just like to go and be apart of the field-trips, and I’m the class mom for two of my four kids!

Then early this week an amazing thing happened. No field-trips scheduled on Tuesday or Thursday. So Monday night I was all psyched to have a full six hours to write these week. I was going to get a lot of writing done, right? Wrong.

Early that evening I felt a stomach bug coming on. It hit me like vitamins on an empty stomach, and kept me up most of the night, and in bed the entire next day. My writing day. I was so wiped out and still slightly nauseous that I couldn’t write or even read! My whole day wasted in bed! I recovered after 24 hours, but on Thursday I overslept because of my whacked body schedule from the “bug” and I woke up late (hubby took Grace to school) and only had two hours to write.

Fast forward to Saturday. I planned on writing all day. I woke up and exercised for the first time since the “bug” and then took our seven year old out for his birthday breakfast ( five months late, but it’s a long story!)

After the Golden Corral breakfast buffet (I didn’t eat much for the last several days and made up for it at GC) I was full and zapped of energy. I managed to lug my computer to the library where I felt like falling asleep instead of writing. But I managed to do some editing and some reading in “Writing the Breakout Novel,” yet nothing highly creative.

So getting back to the title of this post, am I under attack or what? I feel like I’m staring in my own novel, where the writer is throwing obstacle upon obstacle my way!

Not sure what’s going on here, but I’m anxious to get back on track physically, spiritually and writerly!

Thanks for listening!

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