Systems are go, here in House Trinacostadad.
I spent my whole life working with kids, wishing for my own someday, then when the moment came, I was a panicked, worried mess.
As you can see, my writing time is dependent on my children being asleep.
No worries. There's always tomorrow. Slow pace, forgive yourself, and try again the next day.
These talks began a few weeks ago when I figured out that, on a good day, I have three hours to write.
Will they grow out of it? Maybe.
Fifth Draft 