Actually, I know why. I have three children and three manuscripts on the go at the moment.
Also have three cats, three dogs and at one point three horses...Don't good things come in threes?
So as I sit here in the relative hush before evening and dinner time sets in, I'm thinking about the similarities between my babies and, well, my babies. Both involve thankless, messy work. Late nights and screaming. Frustration and exultation. Patience and energy. Persistence and an acceptance that shit happens. And the ability to love them and commit wholly to them - even when they don't behave.
I juggle the needs of my children - who are all disparate in age and so require different things, in the same way I handle my manuscripts. It would be nice to say I effortlessly switch gears, but I find myself calling one child by another's name (bad for the boy) and cooing at the eleven year old while I lecture the four month old on her homework.
Same with the ms's. I'm sometimes not sure which heroine I had fearing for her life and which I left in the throes Of. The. Best. chocolate cake of her life (yeah I knew where you were going then *snicker*). Needless to say I teeter on the knife edge of organisational chaos.
And whilst I love my children far more than anything else on the planet. I have to say this: At least the ms's don't sing, 'I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves and it goes like this...' (repeat to the point of insanity for any nearby adult).