So, it’s 4:30AM, the new baby is inconsolable, the birds are beginning to twitter outside, it’s going to be a long morning. What does a dedicated writer do?
Complete part two of that overdue article about sound design in nature documentaries?
Format and publish that interview with Cecil Castellucci?
Work on the novel?
Design another planet for the Cyclopedia?
No!
BLOG!
Yes, write in my web-log about the days activities, and about my thoughts thereunto them.
People laughed when I said we were having a baby. They said “Ha! Well, you’ve had your last night of good sleep!”
I thought they were kidding. I really did.
I really thought they were kidding.
There are so many things they don’t tell you about having a child. They don’t tell you about the decibels. They don’t tell you about the true enormity of the volume of poo you’re going to be dealing with. A staggering amount of poo.
My baby just head-butted me in the face. And then screamed into my ear.
The one thing that seems to produce any calmness in the child is to walking the floors for hours on end like Madeline Usher, murmuring endless nonsense. So I better get to it.
So much for blogging.