It took awhile, but I'm finally writing again. Sort of.
You see, in the nine years since I started this blog (Nine?! Seriously?!) I've had a pretty consistent method: I'd get up early and write for a couple hours before my day starts.
Then I had Charlotte.
Turns out, she also likes to get up at 6am, and her agenda has nothing to do with Daddy sitting in front of a keyboard staring off into space. That was one problem. The other is that I wasn't able to sleep more than two or three hours at a time, usually about five hours a night. Rough, but it needed doing.
I coped. My business ran off my phone whenever Baby wasn't looking, and seriously unhealthy amounts of Red Bull let me concentrate well enough to do my paying job. And more often than I should probably admit, I fell asleep at the wheel coming home from work.
Point is, no way I could concentrate enough to write. Hell, I used to fall asleep in the middle of conversations!
Then, the last couple of months, a miracle:
Little Miss started sleeping through the night. I started getting as many as five, six whole hours in a row, and my imagination started to work again.
Writing was a bit harder. It was still early for a laptop-- all I had to do was open the lid and it was palm-mashing the keyboard and other explorations-- but I was able to use pen and notebook. Sure, there were breaks here and there for a certain young lady to take over the pen and fill a few pages, or draw all over her (and her Dad's) arms and legs while saying, "Tattoo."
But I gotta tell ya, those are breaks I don't mind a bit. :)
I'll continue this again soon. Right now, a Certain Somebody wants to show me something called a 'Finger Family'...
