Me to my kid: “It makes sense to take a break and give yourself time to rest rather than pushing yourself to be in every play the children’s theater puts on.”
Me to myself: “Now, tell me again why you didn’t write a novel last month? ‘Cause, I really think you could have.”
I have so many books half written… why am I outlining a new one?
And why does it feel so much more exciting than all the half finished ones?
Well… I guess I answered my own question there.
Some day I will finish writing all of these books.
Overheard while still trying to sleep…
The eight-year-old: “Not every question has the answer: fuzzy socks.”
My spouse, still waking up: “What?”
Eight, very chirpy, cheerful, and wide awake: “Never mind!”
Parenting is a full time job that society tricks you into thinking isn’t a job at all, such that I often catch myself thinking, “I’ve been writing full time since the end of 2003,” and then having to separately remind myself, “except of course for the 14.5 years of parenting…”
“Time is what turns kittens into cats.”
—shark-headed demon in Buffy S6E8