Chapter Thirteen
I was wary of taking on another writing gig, given how the last mystery gig fucked me over. I focused on starting another vampire romance series called The Ebony Cutlass series. The first in the series was titled Obscured Lover. Due to nightmares the triplets slept in mornings, giving me time with Daria and Bianca.
Daria and Bianca left for school around the time the triplets were stumbling out of bed. And the chaotic day began.
None of the triplets were potty trained yet, but Gavner went all by himself! What a relief as it seemed I spent the majority of my day standing in front of an overflowing shitter. The girls came home and announced they'd brought their grades up to a 'B'.
My plasma fruit trees thrived, although I rarely ate the fruit. They weren't that filling. I did use the fruit for cooking pancakes and such.
Writing and publishing my own books was a steady stream of income, but I needed funds to male progress on this house. I optimistically took on another writing gig and sank most of my existing funds into improving the kitchen. We spent a good amount of time in this dismal room and the old stove was wretched.
This time around they only sent the mystery back for edits once, then they accepted the fucking book. Kaching!
I finished up buying the kitchen cabinets then built Daria and Bianca their own bedroom with three windows, a closet, art and a rug. The twins helped out so often with cleaning and entertaining their brothers without being prompted. It felt wonderful providing this for them.
I read quietly near the boys ready to soothe and tuck them back into bed when nightmares awakened them.
Once I decided they would stay down for the night, I went to start on the next novel in my series. I'd barely started writing when I went into labor.
Daria and Bianca left for school around the time the triplets were stumbling out of bed. And the chaotic day began.
None of the triplets were potty trained yet, but Gavner went all by himself! What a relief as it seemed I spent the majority of my day standing in front of an overflowing shitter. The girls came home and announced they'd brought their grades up to a 'B'.
My plasma fruit trees thrived, although I rarely ate the fruit. They weren't that filling. I did use the fruit for cooking pancakes and such.
Writing and publishing my own books was a steady stream of income, but I needed funds to male progress on this house. I optimistically took on another writing gig and sank most of my existing funds into improving the kitchen. We spent a good amount of time in this dismal room and the old stove was wretched.
This time around they only sent the mystery back for edits once, then they accepted the fucking book. Kaching!
I finished up buying the kitchen cabinets then built Daria and Bianca their own bedroom with three windows, a closet, art and a rug. The twins helped out so often with cleaning and entertaining their brothers without being prompted. It felt wonderful providing this for them.
I read quietly near the boys ready to soothe and tuck them back into bed when nightmares awakened them.
Once I decided they would stay down for the night, I went to start on the next novel in my series. I'd barely started writing when I went into labor.
I love the gloominess of the house. So vampy
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