Writer's Block

This is my one year old daughter. Just as any real princess would have it, the world (my household) revolves around her. If she is happy, then everyone is happy. If she isn't, then we have to readjust a few things in order to get anything done.

Don't let the big smile fool you, although it is sweet, she makes her presence known. I was putting the finishing touches on the sequel to Micah, so I was in deep concentration. Any writer will tell you that once you are in the zone you simply need to "write it out."

As I tried my best to incorporate playtime, with mommy-time, it just wasn't working. She began trying to squeeze in between me and the laptop, which just wasn't happening. I tried to redirect her attention to items in the room that usually captivate her, but she absolutely refused. She wanted Mommy and that's all there was to it.

After realizing it was too frustrating to write and fight off a tenacious one year old, I decided to finally give in when King Daddy saved the day. As the two of them disappeared down the winding staircase, not really it just has one turn, I was free to write my heart out. But wouldn't you know it, I had writer's block.

It didn't last long, I was able to regroup and finish the story. Sometimes life will yield interuptions, but don't sweat it, because it's just an opportunity to slow down and take in the good stuff. If I had put down the computer and held her, I would have seen just what my husband did. She was sleepy, and drifted right off within moments of them walking away.