"Become a mother," they said.
"It will be easy," they said.
"Write books & raise twins," they said.
You know what I said?
"That's psychotic behavior, right there. Where do I sign up?"
Actually no one said any of that, but my last line stays true. It's also a good segue to this: today my Twinkies are officially four years old. Wow! And yay! Also: cake, cake, cake!
Okay, so that means nothing to you. Well, maybe the "cake" part spoke to your soul, so there's that. But OMG the kids are growing up so fast. They're lovely, awesome, and energy sucking little leeches. They are tons of work. Doubly so, being twins and all. Is it difficult? YES. Yet, I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. When I'm done with the double-trouble phases, I'm done. So in my mind everyone else is a sucker :P
Speaking of doing things in multiples. Books. I'm writing them in the same way—a few at a time. Kids? Two is good. Books? It seems I'm going for triplets and a half with that. Is it difficult? YES, and I would definitely change it if I had the time and energy. Multiple-plot troubles isn't fun and the phases seem never-ending. Still, the plan is when these are done, to write more obviously. Now I'm the sucker :P
So I'm a multitasking Mommy-Author. However, I learned recently to work on what's speaking to me or I get nothing done. . . which is exactly why I get little done. Because what does speak to me 90% of the time are these two birthday people:
|Our birthday last year!|