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Friday, December 8, 2017

Frog Fog Bog

Ugh. So here I sit trying to write my novel and I cannot get past "Chapter 1:" as my opener. It's like I finally have the chance to write the damn thing and it's completely gone from my head. It's 1:04AM and it's the perfect time to be alone. Nothing. Just nothing. I'm digging in the fog which has become my brain over the past few years and there is NOTHING.
It's bad enough everything else is going on. It's difficult enough being positive when you're living out of a hotel room. For fuck's sake. It sucks enough when your husband is out with his sister at all hours so it feels like you raise your kids by yourself. I love my family but all I want lately is to have a few hours by myself - without being hounded on before I even get back just because the kids supposedly prefer me. Not my fault. I'm simple present more often. I am happy he works but the amount of time he spends with them is part of why they misbehave in my opinion. But it doesn't matter. He left at 9pm to go see his sister and it's 1am now and he's still gone. sigh.
not even sure why i bother. fuck it.
hope my readers are less bitchy than i am tonight.