Late night beginnings

Its crazy how I came to be at this spot in my life, writing so late at night, my first ever blog post. I don’t even know what to write really, I simply understand that a consistant stream of posts will help me as I move forward, hoping to catch your intrest.

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The girls are asleep, set to wake up at seven am and head off to school, except the oldest who currently has the flu. My three year old is still up and holding my phone hostage so I cant use it to read, one of my favorite past times.

My husband and I are on our seperate laptops, sharing ideas and goals, finally able to talk to eachother with out preteens or tweens or the teenager interfering. Dinner is put away and his lunch is set for the morning.

He has to get up extra early in the morrning to take our brother in law to work, a task that we embrace, love knows no bounds, in-laws or not. He is our middle daughters uncle and a great person. One of my husbands best friends.

Of course our middle daughters father is also one of my husbands good friends, having a good relationship with the man was easy strangly, but I’m greatful for it.

Anyway, late night ramble over. Maybe I can do another tomorrow night, or maybe will have some useful or helpful insight into writting books or drawing fantasy. Who knows? Not I.

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Have a good night all, sweet sleep and wonderful dreams.

Cat.D.Vermillion

Published by catdvermillion

I enjoy creating and writing out my stories turning them into full fledged novels inbetween helping my kids with home work and chasing after my three year old, almost four now. I love the rain, the sound and smell as it patters against the roof of my house. I love helping animals although I'm not a foster dog or cat mom as I would never have the heart to rehome them. I have an Emotional Support Dog, a queensland heeler who resembles a potato more than a dog and two cats, one for my oldest and one for the rest of them. I am the slave of two green cheek conures who keep me distracted and make it difficult to get anything done. I manage in my own little way to keep chugging along. There always seems to be more madness than method to go around.

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