Day 7

Daughter meltdown tonight. She was OCD about a water cup and clingy and 2. I have found that writing when upset is hard. Writing when the kids are screaming is even harder.

But, as my mentor (Devon) suggested, I pushed on through as if my bills depended on it. I actually have one thing up on that account. I will still eat if I do not write. (Thank you husband.) However, I have found that a writer will slowly go insane if she stops writing. I am having to write myself out of a padded room. Giving up a dream is the worst thing a person, namely me, can do for herself. Without a dream, I have no goal to work toward, no reason to strive for goodness, no way to soar. I might not write to eat, but I write to live.

Write like your life depends on it. I will.

Word Count: 12766 (1690 today)