So, at some point, my characters decided to take over the story and lead it away from my original plans, so it feels like I've lost complete control. It's a moment to stop, read over what I've written so far and see what the compromise can be: where do I want to take it and where do they want to take it? If not, I fear that the story will become that never ending monster, the novel that I'll be writing my whole life because I cannot find a satisfying ending to it. It's exciting, though, to see how alive my characters are. In fact, I spend a lot of time just sitting around when I can't be in front of the computer for uninterrupted writing time, dreaming about them, listening to them, plotting out and developing scenes. Long car rides are particularly good for this, I've found. I always end them desperate to sit at my laptop, typing away. I could practically lose myself in their world, and often do.
But then real life calls me over and reminds me there's more to my life than my make-believe world. And baby boy is already over 8 months old. The books all say, finger foods. So I tried that yesterday. Sat him in his little booster seat, cut up some avocados and let him at them. He loves avocado. I figured it's be great first finger food. I'm sure the floor enjoyed it. And the tray. And my pants. And his arms, chest and face. Everything but his mouth. Dorian proceeded to squeeze the avocado to a nice paste and redecorate. I'm thinking here finger foods are better if the baby actually has teeth. Which Dorian doesn't. Oh, he's been teething for months. But not even a sign of teeth yet! I should have taken a picture, but I was too busy laughing at the mess a baby can make with three little pieces of avocado. And then there's more work cleaning up. But all worth it to see how much fun he was having. I'm even going to repeat it today. Maybe the little pieces of avocado will actually make it to his mouth this time!
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