Writing makes my back-side grow like an 80's hairdo

I can't help it, I get fidgety, sitting in one place all day. I think I can't do this anymore! and begin to pace around the kitchen. But I so want to finish! Maybe I will find the perfect synonym for walk if I take a walk (or a stroll, or a saunter, or a shuffle . . .). But wait, what is this? Perhaps if I eat these delicious and inspiring M&M's . . .

So, a pound of candy-coated chocolate gets me through editing another chapter. Left with the sickening realization that the bag is empty, not to mention a super-sweet, post-M&M after taste coating my tongue, I fidget some more, ultimately deciding that popcorn would make an ideal digestif.

Nice - a few more pages out of the way. Hey look! It's time for lunch! Rummaging through the fridge, I find leftovers! Jackpot! Half a bowl of chili, hmm, some crumbly cornbread (scrape off the fuzzy crust and it is fine, I promise), ooh - a rigid slice pizza. That should be plenty, but no one else in this house will bother with this chicken and macaroni . . . eh, might as well. Wash it all down with a tall glass of water (because too much soda isn't good for you), then I can get back to work!

I sit down in front of my computer, ready to move forward. Ugheeow. Sit up straight, unbutton pants, now I can move forward.

By now I've decided that, if my book ever does get published, my jacket photo will look hideous. With visions of Jello Jigglers and over-filled water balloons, I decide to get a little exercise (i.e. play on the Wii). Just as I pick up the 7-10 split in bowling, my kids burst through the door. School is out. Writing time is over. It is time to be a Mom.

I wonder what they'd like for a snack . . .