My new schedule is a dream.
I'm working at home now and teaching just two days a week.
Get up, make coffee, fix breakfast and brown-bag lunches, kiss the family good-bye and then skip upstairs to my new digs.
Yeah, all is good.
Except that I can only stare at the computer screen for two hours at a time or
(I swear this is true) my eyes start to cross.
It's been an adjustment.
The house is really quiet.
I turned on Good Morning America just so I won't feel so alone.
Heck, I'm used to a flurry of kids for six hours each day.
But I persist.
I create new art lessons.
I work on revisions.
I watch Photoshop tutorials because Isabelle showed me some really cool graphic applications and I want to join in on the fun.
I think about things.
Like how funny it is that an editor requested a full after
a NINE MONTH query letter.
But then I get excited about my book again and start looking at it with fresh
Then I get out my pens and start drawing a scene (even though it's a picture-less novel) because art is really my muse lately.
Then the kids start slamming doors and calling out for food, and even though they can fix their own snacks, I do it anyways because it gives me a chance to talk to them.
I'm not as scrambled as I may sound.
I'm really happy.
I'm living the life I was meant to live.