Four days to deadline, and I'm simply not there. This is the point at which I hate the craft of writing, I dread the current project, and wonder why in the world I put myself and the family through this stress.
I'm not alone. Here are a few YouTube clips ( one and two) from another author who is also in the "whiny boat" with me.
I want to play! I want to swim! I want to mess around with dirt and bugs and the garden hose with grand kids!
So yesterday, after church, my daughter's family came over and while the men attended to manly Church business and my very pregnant daughter rested, Brady and I played. We read books, grannie-wrestled, tossed balls, played horsey, sang songs and laughed so hard he looked at me as if Grandma was a little touched in the noggin'.
And then today I awoke at 4 a.m. with so many ideas I couldn't sleep. Two thousand great words about the Battle of Baltimore and those courageous defenders were laid down before breakfast.
And the best part of all? I'm rested and happy and loving the craft again.
Yep, balance is good.