Personally, this is the happiest development ever. I can’t begin to describe how thrilled I am.
But since this is supposedly a writing blog, let’s talk professionally. Professionally this means some minor adjustments. To paraphrase Darwin, my writing career has to ADAPT OR DIE. I’m choosing adapt.
Minor Adjustments for Baby #3
1. My writing room, which I was already sharing with one child, no longer exists. I’m now sandwiched between a hamper and a rocking chair in my bedroom, but whatever. Seriously, whatever. I can write anywhere.
2. Sometimes I’d rather be vomiting and eating ketchup sandwiches than writing. It may sound like I mean those activities to be in reverse order, but I don’t. Anyway. Rather than feeling bad about the occasional loss of mojo, I’m cutting myself a little slack. Okay, sometimes I’m freaking out about it, but I’m trying to cut myself a little slack, and I’m instructing family members to shake me hard when I’m yelling at myself for being less productive than I want to be.
3. I’m going back to being a naptime/nighttime writer. Sleep is for suckers.
That’s it. Bring it, baby.