Graphic line: Winter sucks more than a first time whore determined to prove herself.
Another day of winter wonderland has graced me with the glory of a stir crazy toddler who refuses to be quiet. All plans I had have been dashed to the ground. I’m so sick of this bad weather because it keeps decimating whatever I plan to do. I don’t even know how to write this because I’m so frustrated. Constant noise for the last 6 hours and 20 minutes! My biking schedule takes another hit because if I try, the toddler tries to climb on the bike with me. There is another adult here, but he’s trying to shovel all the snow in a battle that reminds me of a dog chasing its tail. I’m actually envious that my wife went into work and away from this.
And there’s the rub on being a stay-at-home father and full-time Indie Author without an office: You are beyond screwed when a snow day hits. The other adults in the house treat you like you’re unemployed and don’t help until they finish their business, so you’re left so exhausted by the end of the day that you’re not getting any real work done. At least if the toddler was sick, he wouldn’t be this energetic. Not that I wish him sick, but he’s got cabin fever and refuses to watch the television. I know all the suggestions I’m going to get here and the truth is that there is more to my story, which I can’t divulge in a public forum. Mostly because I’ve learned some people read this and relay the information to other parties.
Anyone wondering why the lack of an office comes into play? It means that even on weekends, I have no sanctuary to escape to. On the days (and nights) where everyone is home from school and work, I can’t get writing done. Too much noise, chaos, and accusations that I’m ignoring my son. I love that last one because if people would let me get work done on weekdays (and nights) then I wouldn’t be spending the weekend screaming to be left alone. These books don’t plan, write, edit, and market themselves. My blog doesn’t handle itself either.
I’m at a point of irrationally pissed and this is supposed to be my ‘vacation’ time. I’m not even sure this makes any sense beyond random, angry rambling. I might have had a point before the 3 phone calls (I know it’s fucking snowing!) and the toddler talking nonstop. Maybe it was to be nice to stressed authors who have no respect at home or lack a sanctuary to escape to. Pray for our souls and our sanity.
(By the completion of this, I’ve found that the wife is coming home due to the weather and has sworn to let me get work done. We’ll see how that goes.)











