Real life vs. Fictional Life.

The last couple of days have been incredibly busy for me.

Now, for those of you who don't know me well...busy days give me a stomach ache. Not because I can't handle being busy. Because I can. Sometimes I am at my best under pressure.

However, being busy takes away from the thing I want to be doing all the time: Writing new stories.

I am currently editing my series (formerly known as the Ominous Secret series, but the name is going to be changed...thank heaven.) As soon as my editor sends my my second pass of edits for What If Guy, I will have to table the series, (it's not coming out until summer of '12) and go back to those edits. So basically, in a nutshell, my life consists of editing editing editing editing editing....and more editing.

Well, this is all on top of being a mother to 4 lovely children who are plotting to kill me.

No really, they want me 6 feet under.

So here I sit......editing a scene between a heroine who is in love with an engaged man. They are kissing in his kitchen, and she slices open her foot. He then lifts her onto the counter and cleans her foot up. The scene itself is equal parts hot and tender, and I love it. No really, one of my best kissing scenes ever.

However, as I am doing this....

I do not look like my heroine. I am wearing PJ's and my hair is literally standing up on one side of my head. I am not in a modern Seattle apartment, but rather....in my home office where my dog won't stop farting, and my son keeps climbing underneath the desk and unplugging the speakers to my computer. Oh, and this is all on top of the fact that my daughter is home with a sore throat and my husband is out of town this week on business.

The likelyhood of my getting showered and dressed today are very low.

This crazy scenario has inspired me to make the following observations:

FICTIONAL:
1.) A hot, bi-racial man is shirtless while I cut his hair.
2.) There is a 500K wedding on the horizon, and the mayor of Seattle is going to be a guest.
3.) There is an evil redhead trying to steal my best friend's heart and money.
4.) I am strikingly beuatiful, just like my beauty queen mother, even though I try to hide it underneath body art and piercings.

REAL:
1.) My hand STILL smells like poop from the explosive crap incident I discovered my youngest involved in this morning, despite the fact that I've washed my hands with my lovely, expensive blueberry soap four times.
2.) My husband is out of town, and I am S.O.L. when it comes to having help with the kids for the next few days.
3.) I need a nap so bad. I can actually hear my eyes begging me to close them for a whole. Literally begging.

*SIGH*

There will come a day when I am used to my new life. I've been striving towards being published since I was a kid, and now I am HERE. (*Happy dance, break it down...) My hope is that I will make some actual money (can you even imagine?) on What If Guy, so that I can afford a sitter. Then I can write without having poopy hands and I can have designated writing hours without having to stay up all  night to use them!

So tired. So stressed. Such stinky hands.....

BUT...would I change a thing? Would I forfeit any of this success I've achieved for a nap? NO WAY. Not on your life. I am finally making it! I'm finally going to get to share my stories with the world. Amazing.

So totally worth poopy hands and some sleep deprivation.

Brooke Moss.