For the last couple of weeks, my life has been this:
Season tickets for the whole fam.
Hosting parties for the kids. Tess Hilmo lovingly called this one 8th grade soup. :)
Homeschooling the little rugrats.
No, I haven't been reading. I've been trading rooms in the house and this is the start of my new "writing retreat."
It takes a tank and a miracle to get anywhere near my house these days thanks to construction.
But mostly, I've been doing this:
I can't believe how spot on this video is. It is me and the husband EXACTLY. A special thanks to Emily Prusso for making me watch BSG and calling me out with this clip. But now that it's over (for me at least, my husband is already on episode 10 on his second round thanks to resting at home after lasik surgery...he is insane), I can finally get back to doing more of this:
House in desperate need of cleaning.
Which leaves a whole lot of NO TIME for actual writing. But that's okay. That's the beauty of life. Our priorities shift and change, often from day to day, and that's okay. Besides, I figure I could use all this "living" for story inspiration. I'm sure teen football homeschoolers obsessed with BSG in a world of dirty houses and construction thick neighborhoods is the next big thing in YA lit. Right?