I planned a relaxing writing weekend. It didn’t go to plan. Rescheduling a contractor, friends stopping by unannounced and the conspiracy of the pleasant spring weather foiled my best intentions. Then there was the family. Their faces are pitiful, they wave cookies beneath my nose, and turn the music loud enough to shake the house. They know how to mess with my concentration. They coax my inner child to rebel and break my resolve.
It is prudent to succumb, cave to their antics, let loose and have fun. The best part is if you play your cards correctly, they will collapse, exhausted from the activity and the effects of fresh air. Within a house echoing with the sounds of peaceful slumber, rejuvenated and awake, the writer can work into the wee hours of the night.
How do you balance weekend family time with your desire to write?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer