Getting back at it

Covid-19 has sure thrown a wrench in, well, everything.

I know I'm feeling its effects here at home. The kids are stuck inside and I now have to figure out how to help them keep their grades up and entertained and fed, seemingly at the same time. 

Its draining. I thought that was why I sent them to school!

I am not a teacher, sorry, but I knew that was not my calling.

I love my children and if you’ve read any of my other posts then you know that I absolutely adore them with everything I am and that makes me a mom.

But being a teacher and trying to get the four of them to cooperate and concentrate in a tiny living room is nearly more than my poor red-headed patience can handle.

I have spent the last month or more working on it with them and then my med’s got messed up due to lack of communication between the pharmacy and the doctor. Fortunately, I got that ironed out yesterday.

Cause nobody needs a stressed out and crazy momma.

That’s not the point of this though, the point of this is that I have found a book I wrote back in High School, I think it’s complete. Its 178 pages of handwritten gold that I cant wait to rewrite.

Its called When Angels Have to Die, inspired by but not based on Chop Suey by System of a Down.

I was an angsty teenager, a lot was going on in my personal life then, what can I say.

So I’m going to start rewriting this book to helpfully get me back into the creative flow of things so I can work on some sequels like Melody of the Empress and Dragons Queen and if I’m lucky I will make it to Witchy Wolves by this summer.

Who’s with Me?

I drew a picture, let me know if you wanna see it.

FYI, my background is in fine art, not writing so there you go, fun fact about Cat for the day.

Give me a shout out for more!

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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