Get These Motherfudgin’ Prams Off This Motherfrikkin’ Hallway!


It’s been a while since my last post*. (*Perennial opening). Although I haven’t been idle, constant reader, oh no, but I have been slow. Work, you see, has taken one hell of a chunk of my time. This isn’t necessarily a Bad Thing. I love my new job, and I have the satisfaction that each day I leave I’ve done something good for the planet and the environment. But that doesn’t leave much time for writing.

Neither does child #3. See that link tot he title?

Yes, the old pram in the hallway. Well, h’es a toddler now, so it’s less a pram and more one of those weird laying down balance bike things without peddles, but you get the idea.

So, with work, kiddies and all the guff associated I have roughly -25% free time to write.

So, what do you do?

No, drinking comes later.

You grab what time you can. That minute while you’re waiting for the soup to warm, for you youngest to choose his favourite socks – keep the laptop handy, warmed up and ready to go.

Transient time, if you will. Liminal time. This is where you live. This is where you get your writing done.

I’ve been lucky enough that this period of my this current work coincides with editing rather than writing, but it’s still hard and slow and frustrating.

But it gets you there. Slowly. And now I can see light at the end of the tunnel, and it came from editing one paragraph at a time.

Also now the little one is toilet trained, so more time! Huzzar!



Making time to write
*tap tap* Is This Thing Still On?