I could write all day.
That is if my husband didn’t walk into the kitchen every-so-often and look at me as if I should be cleaning the house instead. Somehow that dampens my mood. He might be right, still, can’t the house wait? I mean really, what is more important? A clean house or creative inspiration?
I guess it depends on who is asking.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day (It was awesome by the way), but there is no rest for the wicked. So after I finish my writing assignment for the YA class I’m taking, I’ll set a timer and work at my computer for a stint, before I put on my mom hat, pull out the vacuum and rags and get back to work.
WRITING PROMPT: Nell kicked over the vacuum cleaner and stomped out the front door…
