Our new home is a bit… out of the way. The park was built on a hill, about a quarter of the way into a canyon. We’re not completely out in the boonies – there is a shopping center with a Walmart, Michael’s, and Home Depot about 10 minutes away – but there are times, like this morning, when it’s raining and the clouds are low enough to touch the tops of the hills around us that it feels like we’re in a different world.
We’re slowly getting unpacked here. We finally located the rest of my sewing things today and brought them into the house – just in time to get started on some orders. I had four orders come in in the span of a 24 hour period. It’s pretty exciting, since one of my goals is to get my little etsy store really going.
My other goal, to write more, has failed so far. I had planned to write when the boyo was sleeping, but currently he’s in the middle of this kick where he doesn’t want to take his afternoon nap, and his morning nap is usually spent discussing household things with my husband before he has to leave for work. Then, when the boyo finally passes out at night, I pop open the computer, and my words fail me. I think I got so used to writing at work on breaks and such, that my brain doesn’t know what to do now that I’m at home all the time.
So, for this week’s WIPpet Wednesday, I’m going to share a snippet from a short story that I started a couple of years ago. The plan was that it would tie into The Descendant’s series, but it was abandoned when the story and names of the characters changed. Still, I might keep some of the lines from it to use later.
Since today is September 16th, here are 5 lines (16-9=5)
Not for the first time Vivian felt a pang of homesickness. She pushed it away as quickly as it came though, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. She had learned, over the months, that there was no room for homesickness on this journey of theirs. If you gave into your emotions you became distracted, an easy target. You had to stay sharp and focused in order to survive the mess they were in.
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The Many Worlds of Christina L Olson 
I understand your writing situation very well. The not napping nearly broke my heart when it happened. Of course, at that point I needed the nap more than either of the boys, never mind writing…
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You have palm trees! And fog! Lovely!
I wrote very little when my children were small. They tended to use up all my energy and mental acuity long before the day ended. And, since my Accomplice is a chef; even after they went to sleep, I wasn’t free, because it was spousal connection time.
Now. though, they’re 11 and 14 (No way! He’s been 14 for 2 weeks today, he’s taller than me, he has a man’s voice -sometimes, and a deep laugh like his dad’s, and I STILL can’t figure out how he got to be 14 already!).
I have lots of time for writing while they do what they do. Interruptions are still par for the course, since, well, I’m the mom, but they’re both capable now of understanding what ‘writing time’ means…
I hope you’ll find a balance between what you hoped to accomplish and your reality. I know it’s cliche, but those little years, while they can seem all-consuming, pass so fast…
It’s good to see you back here. I enjoyed the snippet, and what it says about Vivian’s character and circumstances. I hope you use some of this story, but, if you don’t, I’m guessing there was a lot of learning involved in writing it, which carries over into the story as it’s evolving.
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Love that photo. And the face in the tree on the left. Moving, packing, unpacking… the only thing I ever liked about the process was throwing stuff away. 😉
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Oh, I could totally see myself living there.
Homesickness is the worst, especially how it sneaks up on you. Feeling for Vivian in this scene.
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Aww. Poor Vivian. I sort of know that feeling. Not the dire situation, but the “can’t stop. Gotta keep moving,” part.
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