Solitude Where Are You?


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I would like to relax and write this weekend but it is not looking promising. The problem with sharing an apartment with your sister, two kids and a dog, is that there is no such thing as solitude. Every time I pick up a pen or open my laptop, at least one of them comes into my room where I am attempting to write. My youngest daughter is bored. The older one wants me to work on Bittersweet, the novel to go along with the TV pilot that I wrote and which she loves. I love it, too, but it’s a lot of pressure. I can’t rush it because then I’ll ruin it and I certainly don’t want to do that. I feel guilty to write anything else, though.

Throw the dog into the mix and it gets even more ridiculous. She is every bit as bad as the girls…

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I'm a Christian, wife, mom, grandma and great grandma. I love to study the Bible. I enjoy being a keeper of the home.
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