I'm finally back in writing mode. Over the last week, I managed to write 2200 words of a short story and added 1000 words to my novel. Monday through Wednesday are mornings I have set aside to write and do nothing else. This week I was going to dive into my novel and get a huge chunk of it knocked out.
But the mommy gig comes first, and one of my kids is sick.
My immediate impulse this morning was to give up on writing for the day and try again tomorrow. But he's comfortable on the couch watching TV and resting, he isn't puking, he's been fed, and I'm right here at my desk if he needs me. So I'm going to write in half hour chunks this morning and see how it goes. I feel like I should be sitting next to him and feel incredibly guilty, but the fact is he's fine and isn't feeling neglected. I am probably annoying him by fussing over him instead of letting him sleep it off.
I know it's mostly mommy guilt that makes me want to walk away from my desk. We can never do enough especially when our kids are sick, even if we are doing everything. And maybe a little bit of what I'm feeling is procrastination - a sick kid is the most excellent excuse for not writing. But I know I'll feel great about myself if I write even a few pages, and I'll feel terrible if I don't. So I write.