The past couple of months have been really busy in my professional life. This has trickled over into my personal life causing me to want to turn into a potato. But I have found that I don’t function well as a potato, Quizz doesn’t appreciate a potato as a mom and, really, what can I do with all the extra eyes?
My subconscious has been coping with my stress by having me dream in vibrant, abstract, Technicolor. So, far there have been no witches, munchkins or falling houses. There have been meetings in my ratty night gown, Quizz having philosophical debates with a pixie, and me flying through rainbows. Somehow all of this will end up in a novel, I’m just not sure how.
I’m also having massive writer’s block. I look at my laptop and have panic attacks. But that seems to be lessening. I’m taking back my lunch hour and am hiding when I get home from work. Quizz doesn’t like the desktop but being attached to the laptop is okay. He can keep me trapped in one place with his head on my feet, sighing soulfully every so often.