Historical and Contemporary Romance Author

Just When I Was Ready to Ask for My Money-Back Guarantee

Today has been one of those days. You know…the kind where everything that can go wrong (or at least unexpectedly haywire) does.

My 16yo niece spent the night and babysat this morning while I went to the office to teach, but that wasn’t where things got whacked. It was when I took her home after I got back. You see, her mom and stepdad just bought a place out in the boonies–I mean, I live in East County, San Diego, and I swear it’s halfway to Yuma!–and it’s the first time I’ve been there, so the round-trip took much longer than I anticipated.

Then, the plan was to go to the bowling alley for some afternoon entertainment for the kids. I was going to write while they bowled. But when we got there, there was a private party taking up the WHOLE alley. WTF?

So, we came back home, exhausted and defeated (though we did console ourselves with milkshakes/smoothies, lol), and decided to go for a swim because, well, that’s what we do in the summer when there’s nothing else TO do.

Needless to say, the writing accomplished in this madness was practically nil, and I was thinking once again that having kids is an AWFUL lot more trouble than it’s worth, my daughter (who will be 9 next month) yelled to one of the boys who was tormenting her in the pool, “Let me go, you miscreant!”

I ask you, is this the child of a historical romance writer or what?

And absolutely worth the price of admission.

3 Comments

  • lacey kaye June 16, 2008 at 6:58 pm

    Priceless, indeed.

    Reply
  • B.E. Sanderson June 17, 2008 at 6:30 am

    ROFL, that is too precious.

    Reply
  • skirbo June 17, 2008 at 8:08 am

    Sounds fabulous, if unproductive, to me. Your daughter sounds like she’s following in her momma’s footsteps!

    Sorry about the comment from ‘support’. I forgot I was signed in from a work account. Whoops.

    Sarah

    Reply

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