Day 165: Where Are The Stories?

1 am

Kiddo climbs into our bed. A pillow awaits that beautiful head. It’s a routine.

I can’t fall back asleep. Day job stuff is going around and around in my head.

Every time I try to tell myself a story in the vain hope of falling back asleep, day job stuff crashes in.

And I just had it.

Enough with this non-sense. It’s a job that was supposed to allow me time to write. Not the very opposite!

Where are the stories? Where is my family life? Heck, where is my little, small but beautiful life?

Time to take the leap.

For once, I know exactly where I’ll land.

In a story.