I used to be able to write at any time I wanted. Before work, after work, or during lunch breaks. Sometimes I would drive to a pretty spot by a lake or a park and scribble on my notebook (before I got a laptop). It was a luxury, I realize now.
Those days of freedom are over. For the time being, at least. Now, I have three children who need constant attention. And I mean constant! I turn my back for an instant and one of them is drawing on the walls with a marker, the other one is pushing his brother who in turns pushes back and knocks over an end table stacked with books and papers all of which comes crashing to the floor. I hear a quick, “I’m okay!” and then he’s off chasing his brother through the house.
My three angels have kept me crazy for seven years. I have a 7 year-old son, a 6 year-old son, and a 3 year-old daughter, and don’t let her cute little pixie face fool you…she’s more trouble than her brothers combined! A friend of mine once told me when I was pregnant with my firstborn that I was going to have so much time to read and write. Babies sleep so much when they’re young. Well, she lied about babies sleeping so much AND she didn’t mention how quickly they grew!
I thought perhaps I might be able to write more as they grew older, since writing when they were young was just insane! I did it. I don’t know how I did it, but somehow I managed to get two books written between the births of my first and second sons. Writing while my daughter was a baby was the most difficult. I don’t exaggerate when I say she woke up once or twice a night EVERY night for the first two years. Since she’s only just turned 3, I’m so pleased to finally get a full night’s sleep. I’d almost forgotten what that was like!
I’m writing in the mornings now. My children and I have come to an agreement of sorts. They watch an hour of morning cartoons while I write in the kitchen. I can see them since I place my chair at a strategic location to have clear view of the living room since sometimes the cartoons don’t hold their attention and they start jumping on the sofa. And if I’m lucky, I can get a thousand words written before they realize they’re hungry (again!) and come trotting into the kitchen with puppy dog eyes to ask if they can have a second or even third breakfast. I’m stocking up on cereal and fruit so I can just grunt and wave my hand, although that doesn’t work for my daughter. She climbs onto my lap and sticks her head in front of my face and is content to sit there all day if I let her while she pokes at my computer screen with sticky fingers and taps at the keys because she likes to see the letters buzz across the screen.
Yep, that’s my life now. And you know what? I love it! I really do. My kids are the greatest and have made life interesting and certainly challenging for me, but I would never change a thing. They make me smile, even in the mornings when I know I only just closed my eyes to go to sleep, and they make me laugh with their silly antics and jokes. They keep me active with all the chasing I must do to keep pens and markers out of little toddler hands, as well as refereeing when the boys start their wrestling matches. I can’t understand how I wrote without distractions before! It’s weird how life works, isn’t it?
Check out The Witch’s Thief (the novel I wrote during my sleepless nights with my daughter). It’s being offered FREE on Kindle from December 17-21. Hurry over and grab your copy!
Here’s the blurb and excerpt for The Witch’s Thief:
To save her sister’s life, Julia Grey seeks a spell hidden somewhere within Merriweather Manor. Her position as a lady’s companion affords her the freedom to search the house. But time is running out. The necromancer she’s bargained with is growing impatient. And an unexpected appearance of a man from her past makes matters worse in an already complicated situation.
Basil Merriweather returns to England after ten years abroad to discover his childhood sweetheart living in his home. But, he’s no longer the carefree man of his youth and she’s hiding something–deadly secrets Basil vows to uncover even as he hides a dark secret of his own.
While neither Basil nor Julia will trust in the other, their hearts speak a truer language. In a grand attempt to save Julia’s sister and Basil’s life, the two must finally confess sinister truths. Will their admissions help or hinder any future they may have together? Or will the necromancer destroy all in a vile attempt at revenge.
“What are you doing?”
He ignored her frantic questioning. Instead, he blocked out the sound of her voice and raised his arms into the air at his sides, his fingers splayed out as he extended his senses to scan the area. His power eased out, like extensions of his fingertips, stretching into the corners of the room, seeking, searching for the source of the magic he sensed.
It was here…somewhere.
He had sensed it earlier on his arrival, but being that his aunt and siblings practiced magic on a regular basis he’d never given it a second thought.
This room, however, stank with it. He smelled the odor, something strangely like sulfur…
“A spell has been cast in this room,” he muttered. A strange spell. Odd. A spell he’d never sensed before, something new. It felt off is some way he couldn’t explain. Who would be working new magic of this kind in his home? And, in this room in particular. Aunt Petunia worked her spells in the privacy of her rooms upstairs, or sometimes in the gardens, but never in this room. And his siblings each, practiced in their own private settings, places where they could concentrate without the threat of being disturbed. A fairly difficult task with the number of people normally in residence at Merriweather Manor.
He took a step closer to the center of the room where he sensed a surge of power. He shivered as coldness seeped into his skin. It wrapped around his arm, sinking into his flesh, right down to the bone. This was not right.
The magic in his house was always full of warmth and gentleness. Goodness and love. This magic chilled him to the bone. His heart skipped a beat. There was fear, terror, pain. This spell was full of darkness.
About the author:
Tricia Schneider is a paranormal and gothic romance author. She worked as an Assistant Manager at a bookstore for several years. Now she writes full-time while raising her 3 young children in the coal region of Pennsylvania. For more information about her books visit:
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