No Mundane Life

I don't want white washed walls or plastered smiles or taking tips or broken dishes crashing my falls I want to be sleep deprived my editor calling me time and time again asking where the next chapter is or warning me about deadlines I want the messy hair, tired faced inspiration driven, energy taken author who writes till inspiration leaves her and eats, sleeps and breathes her writing I want to wear my pajama's and work in my house and maybe spill syrup on the too clean keyboard from eating my waffles while typing my book I want to cry, scream, and get over emotional about my writing I want days where I will start to doubt my self and give myself crap about my writing just to boost myself up again and heighten my mind and senses to be better then they were I want endless letters, emails and gifts from readers telling me how I inspire their minds and their hearts How I make them miserable when a character does something they wish they hadn't done I want to not see the world for maybe weeks on end because I will be sitting at my desk typing away papers cluttering my desk, cookies crumbs, coffee and cocoa mugs scattered here and their I dream of living in a Victorian designed house that may look like a castle that has a beautiful library filled with books and my house would inspire me to write as would who ever was by my side this is the life I want for me no grocery bagging, secretary answering, garbage dealing, bank checking, life If I have to be the starved writer and artist I will be as long as my heart and I know I'm doing what I love and am passionate about the words I produce No mundane life for me