I was kicked out of my own house today by my husband.
See, normally when the kiddos are home, I write in my bedroom, with the idea being that I can just lock myself in and no one will bother me. Never once have I actually been left uninterrupted. They try, but they’re kids and they just can’t help but be loud and clingy. And of course, I feel guilty when I hear them whine to their father about when mommy is coming out of her room.
Now my husband, who is far wiser than I, has been telling me for years that I need to get out of the house when I write. But the “Practical Danielle” always sticks her nose in and moans that it’s not worth the cost of gas to drive all the way into town to a coffee shop or library. But today was different. School is out, and because of all the ‘end of school madness,’ I hadn’t written in days. DAYS people! So when my hubby suggested I head to the library this afternoon to write, my characters practically picked me up and dragged me out of the house.
Once I sat down in the empty third floor of the library, new story lines and plot twists poured out. The ‘good stuff’ I’d been waiting to fall in love with, finally showed up! Scenes that wrote themselves, lines I could hear being spoken…ahh it was a thing of beauty.
Now the trick will be convincing my hubby that I need to do this EVERYDAY during summer break… That may be a bit harder. I’m open to any and all suggestions.