I’ve been under a compressed time frame called a deadline, writing myself into a cocoon-like state, contemplating plots and counting words. Not exactly a five star life, but worth every minute spent, none the less. Being a writer is the best and worst job I can think of; wonderful, because you are your own boss and there are no rules, and the most frustrating job also, because “real” people, the heart-people in your life, don’t understand, that they are the enemy whilst you write, much less why. It’s been a tough couple of months, and not only for me. I’ve missed many magic moments with my family and friends, and I have so much to make up for, places to go, things to see, but first and foremost an 8-year old I need to smother in kisses. #Reclaiming my life.
Photo Credit: Lukas (Testino) von Holdt – 8 years old