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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again..."

 

                                                                                       

 

The tapping of the keys on my keyboard give way for a complete zone out of my surroundings. I find myself living in another world, the world of people straight from my imagination. I think how odd it is... how completely different my role as a writer is compared to what I envisioned it to be. Around me is the pitter-patter of feet, occasional screams, and often a two year old grabbing my hand to place a toy or chewed up candy in my open palm to bring me back to reality. I always thought that when the time came for me to get serious about my writing that I would be transformed, my house in an peaceful existence of solitude. I'd be entwined with my endless flow of creative energy with my only background distraction being classical music and the energetic glow of aromatherapy candles.

 

This is probably why I'm a writer. I can imagine a world of fantasy and not be  disappointed by the realism that my life is less than the tranquil existence I created in my mind. It is more of a chaotic circus with occasional outbursts such as my four year old peeing on the dog because the dog ate his cookie. Or my two year old stripping off her clothes and proudly throwing them out the window unto the roof. The complete urgency in the voice of my six year old when the baby decided the dog needed my lipstick and blush more than I did.

Dishes in my sink until almost midnight, bickering, cries because someone lost a toy or almost a finger... are very much forgotten when there is laughter, a quiet moment, the ending of a difficult chapter in my latest project and most definitely when each of my four angels are in their beds...

fast asleep.

It is then that I exhale and say a prayer of thanks:

"Thank you God for creating birth control."

 

 



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