Once Upon A Christmas Wish: House Guests and Messengers
“No!” I screamed. “You can’t do this to me! I’ve won two RITAs and a RoNA. Writers don’t nosedive like this. A writer has to have some horribly bad books under their belts before they shrivel up to die.” After which I took a break. I took several breaks as needed each time coming back to my novel with more determination than before yet failing with each new attempt. After a long tiring day and a brief cry I went to bed hoping my house guests could find a way to help me as I was attempting to help them. I woke on Saturday morning feeling tired and stiff. I put off getting out of bed as long as I possibly could. I showered and brushed my teeth hating myself, switching to words of praise and encouragement for following through with a good stretch work out. I tidied the house up after breakfast, going to work in the kitchen immediately after eating. I went through the cabinets first, verifying plenty of drinks and snacks were available. I put a batch of loaded baked p