Grumpy.

I can't write in my blog this morning.

I'm too grumpy. I feel like my frown is going to become permanent, a'la my mother saying, "Be careful! Your face might freeze that way."


I don't know why I am grumpy. I guess it's because I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I know  need more, but so help me, my mind doesn't shut off until 12 or so at night, and even then it's at least another hour before sleep carries me away.

I get all sorts of blow holes telling me to just shut off the light, go to sleep, maybe writing doesn't have to be so important, maybe sleep and my family should take precedence over my writing...

To which, I say...."Shut up and mind your own business."

Usually the people saying things like that are the types who see me for a total of 2-3 minutes at a time, if at all, and don't have a clue how much I put into my parenting everyday. Plus, they tend to be the types that don't really have a passion that doesn't include their families. Not that there is anything wrong with that, except it being really boring. I can't imagine not having something that I was passionate about that wasn't all mine, just for me. Call me selfish, but that's how I feel.

So basically, my response to the above advice is:

If I don't write, I hate my life. Writing is my ONE thing that is just for me, just mine and mine alone. Take that away and I will be grumpier than I am right now.

I think I just need to find a balance. I'll work on that.

Brooke Moss.