California is burning. The air is so thick with smoke I can taste and smell it in everything. This afternoon it was reminisant of a glouish nasty yellow fog I saw in a Stephen King movie. The advisories said to keep small children inside, especially those with asthma.Four of my grandchildren are staying with me for this week.  And one has asthma. So we have to stay inside, or go to enclosed play areas.What this means is I can’t write. I’m spending almost every waking moment of the day, trying to keep a 12, 5, 3, & 2 year old busy with indoor activities. I’m spending a lot of time settling their little skirmishes over just about everything, large or small, that suddenly takes on great life altering importance to them.This has given me a new appreciation for the writing mommy. I have put them on a pedestal to turn them into my new hero. How they manage to get any type of creative writing done, is something short of a miracle. I mean really, canonization to sainthood, might not be good enough. Promoting them to Goddess is more like it.How do they find not only the time, but the energy! When my little scamps go off to bed, I’m absolutely exhausted. All I can think about is sitting down long enough to watch a single television program straight through, without having to jump up and do something for the kids. My brain is dead, and I can’t even try to write a single sentence about anything other than the beauty of sitting down for one hour uninterrupted.I raised my three kids as a single parent. I know what it takes to keep sanity in the house, or at least something that resembles organized chaos. The difference, I wasn’t writing. I barely had time to  wash my face before bed, let alone sit down and plug out a couple of pages of a story floating around in my head. Survival took over any desire to produce a book. Writing was off in the distant wasteland called, ’Things I’d like to do someday when I have time.’I know writers who work full-time, have children, a husband, and house. How they managed to get published or even complete a manuscript worthy of publishing, I can’t find the words to describe my awe. New York Best-seller, Allison Brennan has five kids, and is a BEST-SELLER! When she first sold, she had a newborn, worked full-time, and had her other children to take care of. We have two writing mommies right here at CH. Virna works, has three kids and writes. Misa has five kids and is published. I have my grandkids for a week, and I think my writing has disappeared into the abbess of never to be seen again. I have trouble writing and taking care of my husband and one small black cat, let alone my grandchildren on occasion. The sad part, neither the hubby or cat are very demanding.All the writing mommies, both non-published and published, my hat is off to you. I don’t know how you do it. You are my hero.As I write this, across the hall is the bedroom where my grandkids are supposed to be sleeping. From the darkness I hear the tiny voice of my 2 year old grandson.Jaren: Nana?Nana: What is it, Jaren?Jaren: I done.Nana: Done with what?Jaren: Sleeping.  Nana: SighQuestion of the Day:  Who do you admire, who would be the most unlikely hero?