The baby is sleeping.
The baby is sleeping!
I have X number of minutes to work!
I am highly productive in this time. More productive than I have ever been. I am rarely online in a significant way. I put myself to the page and don’t look back.
It’s some of the better work I’ve done, honestly.
I go back to work with childcare in October, and hope I can sustain this efficacy. I can’t wait to try. I am completely dreading it. I love my daughter. I’d love a break. I’d love the chance to string more thoughts together.
Being a mom is hard. Being a mom with post-partum depression and anxiety is harder. Of course I have been writing about it. I’ve been getting good response from early readers. I have been getting therapy and medication, and I’m getting better. It has slowed me down a bit.
At the same time, the emotion combined with sleep deprivation and lack of cohesion means I’m coming up with some wild ideas. I have one for a new YA book that resonates. I’ve poked and prodded it, and can feel that it is a good idea IN MY BONES. You know what I’m talking about, when you have the idea that is so obvious, it’s brilliant? Like figuring out pickles go on PB sandwiches, or you could bike to your meeting instead of walk, and get there on time.
This idea will also present enough of a challenge that it will stretch me as a writer. I am always looking for that.
Meanwhile, while on maternity leave, I’ve pitched a few articles and had a micro essay accepted! So the more things change, the more they stay the same. Yes, I said that.
The baby is awake! 0 minutes left, and away I fly, with nary a spell or grammar check!