I had to make a choice.
No regular, everyday blogging for me for November, a la NaBloPoMo. It was that or NaNoWriMo, and the siren call of No won out.
I haven't totally lost it. I am in the last week of National Novel Writing Month. I have become a recluse. All I think about is when I can next lock myself in the office for six consecutive hours and clack away. I never thought that I would have the stamina or material to write this long, and I remember once reading about a writer who wrote every single day for an hour each day. That seemed to me to be a fantastic feat, something I would likely never achieve. Especially as a mom.
Welcome to my new life, wherein I have a
wife house-husband, Bob. He has been doing the vast majority of all things domestic around here for the past month. I think I am going to propose marriage to him when the book is done. I never knew it could be like this - disappear to my work, reappear to pat the kids on the head, play with them, have dinner. Look at Bob meaningfully when they start to act up and disappear again to the office.
This becoming the "husband" has been, quite frankly, my muse.
I am a terribly blogger friend and promise to come out of my shell later today and comment on your blogs. I will be back, I promise.