I’ve got a dilemma.
My favorite thing to do is read, and that is an understatement. I am CONSTANTLY reading. I’ve been this way since, well, forever. And I don’t read books that make me smarter. Strictly fiction, preferably JUV fantasy. It’s so satisfying to read a good book at the end of another crazy day filled with chasing around a two year old and carrying a 7 month old.
So what’s my problem?
My exploration into this realm of writing is new for me. I’ve only recently tried writing children’s stories, and found I truly enjoy it. But the only time I can write is at the end of my crazy days filled with chasing around a two year old and carrying a 7 month old.
The kids are in bed by 7:30. I have until 10pm to fall asleep if I want to be a caring, loving, patient mother the next day, considering the baby has yet to sleep completely through the night AND he wakes up around 5:30 am FOR THE DAY.
Something has to give.
My time is precious.
I want to read! I love reading! Right now I’m reading this:
And it has me on the edge of my seat!
But I want to write!
What do I do?
Do I read a little, then write, or write first and then read?
Or do I forgo my sleep, and stay up late?
In my heart, I know I must put the book aside and write.
And that breaks my heart.