I wrote for 10 minutes tonight, about 3 quarters of a page. I got distracted and didn’t use my time as wisely today. 😐 — I’m trying to console myself 10 minutes is better than 0 minutes.

I wrote a heartfelt prayer of a six-year-old girl, for her parents and a man she knows needs friends. It reminded me of when I was little, what I hoped and was scared of, with my parents. And a few months back I felt angry about that, but tonight, there was a sadness, an odd sense of hope — or maybe lost hope? But it was different emotions tonight than months ago.

Writing a six-year-old girl, is a new experience for me, as most characters are teens / adults. It’s made me tap into little girl me, and what did I feel or do, or say, as a 6-year-old? Sometimes the emotions and feelings a little raw there. Dealing with an addictive father is something a child should never have to deal with — but many do. Holly’s story fares better than my own childhood experience, growing up around addictive personalities. Holly’s father loved her enough to change, loved his wife enough to change.

Many say addicts have to stop for themselves — but I argue that addicts should stop because they love their wife; children, love their family more than they love whatever they’re abusing. Sacrifice. It’s not always about you. You can be part of that equation, but wanting to be present, wanting to make things better. That should drive you, too–even more so.