It's incredibly hard for me to write (fiction, or non-fiction) when things in my life are going well. Rob Thomas was quoted once as saying something along the lines of "when you're depressed, you write. When you're happy, you live." Which sums it up pretty nicely.
There are a lot less things to say when things are good, and I'm not sure if that's because of my fear of jinxing things, or if I'm simply more boring when I'm happy than when I'm not.
And truthfully, I am incredibly boring. I surf the internet, I watch television, I cook, I try to clean, I work, I go to the gym, and I sleep. Of course there's all sorts of living that's going on in between. I cuddle with my boyfriend, play outside with the three cutest little boys, spend a couple of hours a week driving, and laughing.
That's probably one of the best things about living, is all the laughing I do. Most of the time, it's D doing something (whether it's on purpose, or most of the time, it's him being the fabulous unknowingly funny guy.) or saying something. I love to laugh.
So I apologize if the last few days haven't been the most exciting of reads, I've been busy living ;)