Oh my gosh. I have to say that I accepted the failure emotion that hit on day three quite well. That's one of the perks of experience. I haven't found the rhythm yet. I'm still searching for the perfect time to write. I'm still fighting to not look at the wall that says I have no idea what happens once my characters enter the house. I'm still working on the priorities of what must be done, what is important, what can be left behind.
Even though the critic in the back of my mind is screaming "Failure! It AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN! Loser," it doesn't matter. It isn't the first time I've heard it and I know it won't be the last.
There is that other voice that I keep pushing away. This one says, "tsk tsp,". This voice tells me that the kids will be to distracting. I'll be to tired to write. I believe this one more than I care to admit. I hope it's wrong. I will try to prove it wrong even if it is one sentence at a time.
That's all I can ask.