A Whole Lotta Nothing

Another day with nothing to show for it, novel wise...why can't I just stop everything and write? Oh yes, I must make a living, or I'll be writing with a degenerate laptop on a stoop. Not so desirable...
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. First, my first craft fair of the season! It feels so much more like that special time of year after a stroll through a school gym brimming with crafts and the scent of hot apple cider!
Second, I didn't bring an ounce of work home from school which means the majority of my time will be spent writing. And, I'm inspired! Telling people I'm writing a novel sounds so pretentious...like I'm bragging, or trying to feel self-important. Sometimes the reception is one of confusion...how does one explain a two-year thought process in a sentence? I share my ideas with a variety of people, some with an attention span no larger than my dog's when there are no cookies in my pockets, so usually I don't bother getting into much detail and I leave the conversation feeling rather disheartened. Today, however, I explained my idea to someone who actually cared to listen, and was enthralled, and actually wanted to buy it if ever it came to print! He hasn't read my writing, so I'll give him a chance to skim it first without holding him to it...but it's nice to feel like what I love, what I'm spending SO much time on (what I'm driving my husband nuts over) actually excites someone else as it excites me!
Time for bed...in my effort to keep this blog going every day (a personal challenge to myself to ensure that everyday, I'm writing SOMETHING), my bed time seems to get later each night. Nicholas is usually asleep when I get to bed, which I hate. I'm usually the first in bed, and bed time is lonely when the person you say goodnight to is snoring. Half the day, I'm a total space cadet, thinking of my story and far off somewhere else. So many small sacrifices add up, but the hope is that eventually, sooner rather than later I hope, they will pay off. Sorry love for taking mental vacations and not being there when you fall asleep - but I'm sure you know I'm doing this as much for you as for myself.
I never thought about the life of a writer until I began doing it myself. How on earth do they do it?

Novel Word Count: a dismal 7824 (apparently I'm supposed to be at 25,000 today...eek!)