Today I finished a bonafide book. I book I read just for fun. I book that took several days for me to finish, but that is because of the two year old who kept asking me, “Wha do-in Momma? Wha do-in?”

I finished Between, Georgia, by Joshilyn Jackson. When I finished the book, I had tears in my eyes and felt relieved at the outcome. It was something that needed to happen, but the road it took to get there was a bit much for me and made me cry.

But what really moved me was a message from the author in the back of the book, “A door of one’s own.” She wrote about how having a door to close and a room of her own to write in was a very important part of her writing process. She tells how her daughter’s birth kicked her out of her office and trying to make the rest of the house work for her, but moving is what gave Joshilyn that room of her own again.

Well, I don’t have a room of my own, but I can relate to the restlessness of trying to work and getting distracted by the goings on of the house. Let me type one sentence and then open a piece of mail. I’ll type something else and then get called away by a wailing child. The unrest of the messy kitchen distracts my fingers from the keyboard to the dishwasher.

Last week I left Damon to watch a movie while I took off for Greyfriar’s. I wrote a bit and enjoyed the different distractions that the coffee house had to offer.

Someday I will have that room of my own, but for now, I have to power through and just write. If I don’t the words will just fade away.

Sidenote: My sister is looking for non-pregnancy, non-parenting books to read while she puts her feet up until the bump is born (that’s what I call my niece or nephew). Go give her a suggestion!

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