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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Blog Till Dawn


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.


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2 Comments:

Welcome, young Neal, welcome!

To the land of coming to full terms with every prepubescent bodily fluid (even the ones you'd forgotten!)

To a land of hazy, sleepless joy and soul-wrenching self doubt, all wrapped up in a gnawing sense that you've passed though an irreversible air lock leading from Polar Station Freetime into the icy wastes of Planet Daddydothis (render THAT one for the Cyclopedia, pal!)

Huzzah, I say, and brave tomorrow!

yr pal,
Doug B

- By Anonymous Blushenstein, at Sat Jul 21, 07:59:00 PM BST  

Comrade Doug!

Truly our nights have been sleepless and filled full with fluids of the most despicable kind. Our morale is low and at times we weep bitterly and will not be comforted.

There seems at this point little hope of rescue. Oh, we shall never free again. Our fate is sealed.

- By Blogger Neal Romanek, at Sun Jul 22, 07:28:00 AM BST  

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