So many with no time

I have so many ideas for stories (that could become books) with so little time to write. I come home from work with a dozen scraps of paper and notes written on them that would make a normal person wonder if I am ok but when I finally get to sit down at the computer, I can write them into coherent thoughts and words that make so much sense.

But since I have become the other half, I have come home to tea ready, dinner made, and the computer waiting (after amazing hugs and kisses of course) and I get a little more time than before. I am grateful and I love so much.

Time to use the day off and get back to one of the six stories that I have going. And then the cover to Fireplace. And maybe some breakfast. (Around one or three.)

Someday I will be normal. (Just kidding, that will never happen!)