So this is how writers with young children get their writing done.
I was up from 2-4 am with the baby boy. He wore me down like a crashing wave wears down a mountain. Slowly. Relentlessly. Fitting imagery, too, since his sound machine is set to “crashing waves” and I’ve spent the last 2 hours listening to it. I finally capitulated and gave him the boob. I broke from the night-weaning. He is cutting his canine teeth. These are extra painful because they take a long time to emerge. Bad timing on the night-weaning.
On the bright side, it means I’ll be up at 4 AM frequently over the next couple weeks and can write for you.
I cannot vouch for the quality of writing. In fact, I will apologize in advance for my future incoherent 4 am musings.
But at least I will be writing. Hopefully you’ll be reading and enjoying. Not at 4 am, though. You sleep now. Read this later.
Is it time for coffee yet?