Writing a novel is hard enough already. I don’t need these additional challenges.

All this before 7:00 AM.

I love them dearly, but I’ve got TWO deadlines for TWO different books creeping up on me, and quiet time in my home is impossible to find. Instead, I’m listening to the kids spell “Nebraska” backwards and puzzle out the four states that begin with the word “New.”

It’s cute, but less so at 6:45 AM.  

Also, thanks to the cat, the E key on my keyboard is partially detached from constantly coming loose as I type.

If I leave my laptop open overnight, he pops the keys out of my keyboard. I’m usually able to snap them back into place, but not the E. The plastic hook that keeps the key down in place snapped in half.   

Of course.   

Not the Z. Not the 9. Not the semicolon.

No, the one key that is permanently broken is the key I strike the most. 

The damn E.

I sometimes think the universe wants this writing thing to be as absolutely difficult as possible.