Back at the Keyboard

I really, really need to start writing again. I realize that, I do, but it's as if the time I had for writing has disappeared. Like when you delve into a jar of marshmallow creme and scoop out more than you should--it leaves a stretchy-looking void. But then you come back later and the void is gone, leaving only a pristine surface of sugary white to mar anew. (Yep, I like my marshmallow creme.) Well, I scooped out writing, and I suppose I was expecting time to just present itself once again now that summer is over. It hasn't. Admittedly I've had my boys home due to the hurricane, and I'm still working both Tuesday and Thursday at Mother's Day Out--yesterday was the first day back after the hurricane, and it was like starting all over. At one point or another nearly all of them were screaming-crying. Ay caramba! So I'm playing catch-up. And I'm reading Breaking Dawn, which is sucking me in and demanding quite a bit of time and attention. And I'm enjoying my little bits of extra reading time very much. But...duty calls. This week. I will start Book 3 this week. I will. And then I'll celebrate with a scoop of marshmallow creme. No one will know--the evidence will just disappear.