How many hours are in your day? A measly 24? Do you ever wish there could be one or two extra squeezed in so that when the words are coming fast and furious you wouldn’t have to stop? Or that there would always be an extra minute to prepare a healthy, homemade dinner or shine the sink?
Even though I can’t give you more hours, I have a few suggestions to make the most of the ones you’ve got – both for you and your family.
A lot of times we want things to be perfect – both the words on the page, day jobs or what we do to support our family. Last week I had a bad night and couldn’t even pull it together to order carry out. We had a dinner of chicken nuggets, leftover pizza, carrot sticks and apple slices. And my kids and husband were so happy – nothing gourmet or fancy but we were all together and that’s what counts. It’s the same with writing – sometimes it’s just about putting the time in and getting the words down on the page. And even though you may not feel inspired, be happy and proud that you made it happen!
Celebrate with everyone! I have two young kids and they’ve watched me on this journey. Long before I got ‘the call’ I’d promised them a night at our favorite local hotel when I got the deal. They were really excited for me when the call finally came but also really excited in general to celebrate. It became a time for the whole family to be together and enjoy the moment. It made the whole experience so much sweeter.
So enjoy every moment you’ve got.
What is your best tip for staying in the moment or remembering things don’t have to be perfect? Please share and I’ll give away a copy of A BREVIA BEGINNING to one person who comments.
Michelle Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her readers at www.michellemajor.com.
His smile disarmed her, made her breath hitch. She wanted him in a way she couldn’t explain and barely understood. Clearly, she wasn’t his type, and he was way too much...man for her. But it didn’t stop her body’s response to him. He met her gaze and the way his eyes blue eyes darkened made her think he might feel the same. She knew her time in Brevia would eventually come to an end, and she wanted to experience everything she could while she was here. Maybe that’s what made her blurt, “Have an affair with me?”
Scott’s grip on her arm loosened. His fists clenched and she thought he might walk away. “You can’t want that.”
“I do.” She licked her lip and felt the electricity of desire charge between them. “More than you know.”
His hands smoothed up her arms and across her shoulders to her neck, his fingers burning a path along her heated skin. He cradled her head in his hands as one thumb traced the seam of her lips. “You should be gentler with this mouth,” he told her, soothing the spot she’d bit down on earlier. “I’ve grown to like it quite a lot.”
She could hardly manage a breath, but whispered, “What if gentle isn’t what I want?”
He cupped her face, tilting her chin up and leaning in so they were so close she could smell the peppermint scent of his breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Lexi.”
Heaven help her, he did. His mouth covered hers, igniting a fire in her belly that quickly spread out of control. Which was exactly what she wanted: to lose control with this man. Right here, right now. As his lips teased hers, she lifted her arms around his neck, pressing her body against him.
Scott groaned low in his throat and deepened the kiss, his mouth making demands that she tried her best to meet. His hands moved down, just brushing the outline of her breasts, making her gasp. He took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with hers and she lost all coherent thought, so caught up in the physical sensations that were flooding through her.