Working Vacations

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to write
Only started

This rhyme pretty much says it all, since it's the best thing to come off my fingertips this entire week. I'm on a ski vacation with my family. That is, my family skis and/or snowboards and I get left behind in the condo to write. It's perfectly lovely when that's what happens. This year, it is not going well.

I wonder why? Truly. I mean, it's only after 11 am and the rest of them just made it out the door. Hell, I probably have a good hour before they start clammering back in to eat something before deciding it's too cold, too wet, too much of a hassle to get their gear back on to go back up the mountain. Freakin' teenagers. Don't they know how hard it is to write a sex scene while they're punching each other over who has to empty the dishwasher this time? I lost it this morning, and the last half hour of getting their gear on was spent in complete silence. It was lovely, and shame on me for putting up with the crap all week.

I need a vacation from my vacation.