First disclaimer, there isn’t an image with this blog because the hotel wifi won’t upload anything other than text. Today’s events have brought me to a serious realization; sometimes writing and life don’t gel.
I have the day off. I am prepared to write, update my Kickstarter campaign, do some work on social media and cook a great dinner for my family…with laundry and dishes done. My apartment starts to smell like I mopped the floor with acetone, particularly in my son’s room as I am laying him down for his nap. I see workers leaving my neighbor’s apartment wearing respirators… well, poop. I decide to head with my son to Circle (known to the rest of the world as Target) and kill some time, hoping the noxious fumes will dissipate and I can resume my daily tasks.
After 2 hours at Circle (spending an undisclosed amount of money on things I don’t need) and 45 minutes at Donald’s (known to the rest of the world as McDonald’s), I return home to find the smell worse than before to the point my son starts complaining that his head and stomach both hurt. Yay! My neighbor has apparently decided to have her bathtub refinished and walls painted with oil-based paint without proper ventilation. I could A. stay home and start hallucinating about purple donkeys and listening to my refrigerator sing Smiths songs or B. Get my son out of a potentially dangerous situation and get a hotel room. I chose B. We have a large retail buyer’s market going on this week, meaning there are virtually ZERO hotel rooms available near home. After a bit of travel and four chocolate chip cookies, I am here in our noxious fume-free hotel room. My son is currently rolling on the floor, refusing to sleep.
Writing is a very complex action. It comes to some quite naturally but still requires a modicum of effort. Life always seems to insert itself right in the middle of the creative flow. I applaud writers who can work while being stay-at-home parents, who write after working a full or part-time job all day or while attending school. All the dishes, extra shifts, trips to the grocery store, or inconsiderate neighbors can be taxing and most definitely be stifling. On the upside, having completed a novel despite relocating back to the US from England, having a difficult pregnancy, postpartum depression, a full-time job with opposite hours than my husband, and a fear of rejection, makes me all the prouder of it. The Adventures of the Flying Furniture: The Return of the Great Flyer was no modest feat and I am truly, truly excited to be on the cusp of publishing. No re-enameled bathtubs or slow hotel wifi can take that away.
The Kickstarter campaign for the first novel reached it’s goal of 20% funding in the first week. There are three weeks left and I want to keep the momentum going. Feel free to share the campaign with friends and it you have not, take a look at the campaign yourself. It’s definitely worth a look. FLYING FURNITURE ON KICKSTARTER