…the worst sort of distraction

…is a hubby you feel guilty about not really cooking for, paying attention to, cuddling with, or even sleeping next to ever since you went on a writing binge. Actually, this isn’t the worst distraction. This is the set up. The worst distraction is when he keeps asking your opinion or trying to strike up a conversation ever four or five minutes.

And then you feel like a bit of a villain for not engaging in the conversation or responding. But if you should respond, well—bye, bye writing focus.

The work-life balance is not something I have been too good at lately. What can I say? Maybe he shouldn’t have given me a timeline. 😉

Just a quick little thought from your dearest,



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