Today was my first day back to work (yesterday I was"at work", but we had a retreat). It pains me to leave the little one at home and go back to work. Wouldn't it be great if there was no such thing as work, and we could all spend as much time with our families as we want?
The good news about going back to work is that I will hopefully be able to write some fiction during my hour lunch breaks, as I am having trouble finding time for writing at home. I am truly a struggling writer at the moment, struggling for some time and energy to do some writing. I have some good ideas, but I just can't seem to get them started.