FICTION: I work full time, am a mother to two teenage boys, and somehow manage to keep all of that running smoothly while writing goofy stories.
FACT: I work full time, am a mother to two teenage boys, but my house is a complete and utter mess because I’ve been spending so much time writing goofy stories.
FICTION: My mother is perfectly capable of handling her own affairs when it comes to her health.
FACT: She’s called me no less than ten times since we went to her doctor’s appointment together on Monday (an office visit for her upcoming cataract surgery), asking me if it’s safe for her to drive, go to the gym, do yard work, etc. and being told TEN TIMES that IT WAS JUST AN OFFICE VISIT THEY DIDN’T CARVE OUT THE LENS IN YOUR EYEBALL YET!
FICTION: My mother believes I’ve hidden my medical degree from her.
FACT: I’ve hidden my fan fiction writing from her.
FICTION: I had gobs of chapters waiting in reserve to be able to update nearly every day.
FACT: I had THREE chapters written and have been writing a new chapter nearly every day.
FICTION: I can keep up with this schedule.
FACT: Only if I employ a maid.
So, now that that’s all cleared up, you may or may not get a new chapter tomorrow. The FACT is I had most of this one written yesterday, so it didn’t take long for me to finish it this morning. BUT my mother, sister, and her hellions are stopping by tonight and I have approximately 54885269 things to do before they get here, so if you don’t here from me tomorrow it’s because I’ve jumped off of the nearest bridge.
If I haven’t, it’s only because I’ve pictured this to see me through:
And finally, imagining the FICTIONAL scenario where I’m relaxing here instead of the FACT I’ll be holding a toilet brush: