Cmommy in 3rd person

Exercise #2--sorry for the delay!

The hum of the fridge was a nice background noise for the clicking keys on the laptop. Chrissy hadn't come near the computer the entire weekend. Ever since Thrusday, when the boy had become a teen and the baby had left behind the preschooler, she'd been in a funk. Brain-fog had clouded her reasoning and slowed her reflexes. Exercise was out of the question, injury being a real possibility. An unclear focus could destroy the balance needed for yoga.

She sighed and paused, staring at the muted screen. If the iTunes library wasn't so mixed up, maybe she could find a soundtrack to accompany her work. There were too many strange, foreign songs on the list: hip-hop, rap, alternative. The order followed no rationale. Was there an alphabetical command to the system? A 'date added' button? Chrissy didn't know. Although this was exactly the kind of inane, useless tangent that she had been veering off into lately, she didn't have the drive to follow it now. A more serious destination was on her agenda. The writing exercise was long overdue.

Everyone else on the Writing Blog had a manuscript in the process of being birthed. She had nothing, really. Not even an ovum of a story. Her personal blog had attracted a precious handful of new friends. Their talent inspired and amazed her. She eagerly anticipated the chapters that were springing from Christa's imagination, couldn't wait to find an entire hour to finish reading Steph's story. But, if there was a book inside of her, Chrissy didn't have possession of the map that would take her to the treasure. Maybe one existed. Maybe it didn't.

(time's up!)