On days when it’s just me and Baby M, with no reinforcements forthcoming, I enter a writing void. It’s difficult to concentrate with a 22-month-old climbing my leg and waging war on my computer. I’m lucky if I get to jot down some notes and check my email while she’s napping. Then, when help arrives, it’s all writing, all the time. Baby M is an orphan, my parents lose their youngest, my husband is widowed and (greatest of horrors) the bed goes unmade. No balance there!
Yet, I’ve become glad of those zany days when there’s no backup plan. On those days—when my husband is teaching in
Balance. It’s a work in progress. I’m finding it though…one writing wasteland at a time.