Has it really been five months since my last post?
It’s strange how time both speeds up and slows way way down once you have a child.
The afternoons when Connor is screaming and wants to pull everything from every cupboard and not eat his snack and torture the dogs feel absolutely endless. Every minute feels like an eternity. But then I take a moment to catch my breath when he finally goes down for a nap and I see that the tiny baby that couldn’t hold his own head up a few short months ago is now running around the house, speaking a language I can’t understand and biting me with real teeth.
It’s all a blur of milk and diapers and yelling and kisses and stories and cuddling. I wouldn’t change it for the world. But it’s definitely made it near impossible to do any quality writing. And that makes me really sad.
For a while I had grand plans to write and publish a novel this year. Then I just wanted to blog once a week. That turned into hoping I’d get on Twitter now and then. And suddenly here I am more than halfway through 2016 and not a thing to show for it.
I’m rusty. My thoughts are stale. My fingers peck at the keyboard where once they flew.
But I’m determined to get back in the game. And with time maybe it’ll all come back to me. I can only hope.