I dream of someday having an amazing writing space. A nice quiet room with library vibes and all the steaming hot coffee I can consume. That's not reality though. Instead I'm here trying to create a cohesive plot while a toddler screams along with Elmo, the older kids are bickering, a cat is begging for more food (seriously Ally, you're fat enough!) and my husband asks what's for dinner. It's not ideal, but it's not an excuse to give up.