Home Again and Still a Writer

After a lovely and inspiring week at a writers' retreat in Wales, I am trying to hold on to my writer's soul. Who couldn't be a writer with the rugged mountains of northern Wales as a backdrop, and sheep grazing in a nearby pasture for added interest? I didn't have to cook since fantabulous meals were prepared for us. The atmosphere of the workshops was so gentle that I felt no pressure to share my writing, which allowed me to comfortably share.
I even sold a few of my books!
Now I am back in Pennsylvania, trying to sell a car (whose battery is dead at the moment), and prepare for a new school year. Tomorrow I will see the first day faces of my students in 9th grade English, creative writing, and Spanish I. And I forgot to clean the litter boxes yesterday. (I know -- TMI.)
I scheduled today as a writing day -- well, most of it. After about an hour of work, my husband came to tell me he thought we ought to go out and try to start the car. "Now?" I said. "Well, yes," he replied. "Give me twenty minutes," I countered.
So my writing day is interrupted. But I did speak up for the twenty minutes.
It will take a while to train my husband, and myself, that my writing is a priority.
The last day of the retreat, our facilitator said, "How are you going to change your life?"
I am making my writing a priority.