Why should anyone with your obvious talent be tormented with commonplace household chores? That’s reserved for talentless women who can’t write and interesting grocery list without misspellings.

Get a good maid for the housework. House cleaners need job security. Delete dirty dishes and laundry from your mind. They are mundane anchors of “Wanta’ Be a Writer” females who use wrinkle creams and other Walmart products with dishpan hands and horrid nails.

You need teaching, writing and blog completion time. Allow some time for a manicure, massage, and other cosmetology while you contemplate your next post. Stress is a talent killer.

Have the nanny bring the child in for the hour or so of that required quality time. A while before the scheduled bedtime usually works. Cut the time short if the child misbehaves.

Child camp is a great idea. The counselors can text you the hospital discharge time if medical attention was needed. The spouse, the nanny or perhaps Uber can pick the adolescent up. Otherwise, children must not intrude on your writing time.

Shop at the better stores for fashionable clothing. You must always look your best for branding and promotion. You know you make anything vogue, so flaunt it.

Please blog more about your delectable food creations. Never cook. That’s for those common women who are getting old and fat now. They married Mr. Right to get away from home.

Mr. Right is now Mr. Left. Those Wanta Be Writers now write about murder. Mr. Left never reads her stuff but has time to watch those pretty weather forecast girls on TV. He should sleep with one eye open, but he’s to stupid.

Kristen can’t do anything about the Wanta Be Writers, but Kristen writes so well they’ll sacrifice to the chocolate God to imitate her.

“Ooom bo, ooom bo; Chocolate God oooo; nano-write- mo;
Chocolate God O (repeat refrain).”

“There comes a time when you have to be your own hero. By the way, I’m wearing the smile you gave me.”

Enjoy.

If I’m cleaning I should be playing with the kids, if I’m writing I should be cleaning or cooking or grocery shopping. I’m so hard on myself it’s a wonder how I’ve finished two adult novels and drafted a middle grade.

This summer I decided to let myself off the hook, do what I want (in the name of research, of course) and in three weeks when the kids start school I’m diving back into work. Though I’ve missed writing for extended periods, I’ve made memories with my kids while they still want to hang out with me. I’m repeating JOB WELL DONE over and over and slaying the guilt with child’s play.

(It’s the convincing them to help you clean up afterwards that’s problematic.) 😉