Every morning when I drive my small one to preschool, we pass over the bridge to the highway I used to take to work when I worked a "normal" job. The highway was stopped for miles.
I explained to my little guy how I used to dread days when the highway was backed up that badly. It was never a good way to start a day when you knew it would take an hour and a half just to get to work.
He told me it was a good thing I decided to change jobs so I don't have to drive on that highway. And then he asked me when I am going to finish my book so I can make some money at this job (apparently he has big plans for the money - I'm pretty sure he wants all of the Thomas the Tank Engine track sets).
I told him I probably need two years.
He did the math and asked if I would be done when he's six. Then he told me in a very encouraging tone that I should get working on that today. He promised to be real quiet after school so I can work all the way up until bedtime.
I definitely can't work in the afternoons and up until bedtime because he does need me, but I am going to write just a little this morning and a little more tomorrow and the next day and the day after that until I have my momentum back. The idea of it makes me feel happy again.