Sharing for sharing’s sake

I have a blog. That blog desires to be updated.

I’m also a mum. My brain is regularly drained to completely empty by the time I get a minute to go anywhere near a computer. Especially when you spend somewhere close to an hour reading a book especially designed to make children sleepy while your 1-year-old cries at you… So, you give up and let him cry for ten minutes. Go in, lie him down, let him cry for ten minutes more, and go in and lie him down and wait the two minutes it takes for him to finally fall asleep… Much faster than an hour of reading. Of course, I would prefer it if I could read my child to sleep, but he’s just not a fan of his cot. And I can’t leave him sleeping in the car over night. And he can’t sleep in my bed until I’m ready to be there, too (no safety sides). It’s just one of those “battles” I’m not winning at the moment.

On the bright side, Mr6 generally settles to sleep really easily, and sleeps deeply.

Anyway, enough about that. I thought I would type up a wee story I wrote in June 2014 during a writing meeting I attended (and Chaired). For this exercise, we had four images from which to choose as inspiration, and 30 minutes to write. No, I cannot recall the image that inspired the following, but so be it… you’ll survive! (Yes, you will!)

Here goes…

Dinner was to be on the table at five thirty.

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Summertime @ 45° 56’ S and 170° 12’ E…

… with a baby.

It’s tricky. I’ll tell ya that. At Summer Solstice (~21-22-Dec) it doesn’t get 100% dark. Sure, the sun goes down & the moon comes up (“& long ago somebody left with the cup… ” – sorry, music is never far from my brain), but the sky only gets so far as a dark blue.

BabyJ’s bedtime is 8pm – I think that’s too late for a 1 yr old, but it’s what we’ve managed to settle on, so far. Only, it’s getting tricky to even enforce that. And I get it. I remember being a kid & not getting the fact that it was still light outside & I was in bed. But a post 8pm bedtime followed by a 4.30am wake up. Ah, no. That doesn’t work for me. It’s bad enough that my tired brain is ready to switch off by 8pm, doing me out of some good writing time – assuming there aren’t other distractions, like dishes & washing & baking & those other things that come with keeping a household ticking.  Hence my dull blog posts of late. Creative processes die off in the evenings. I tend to use the few morning moments I get to work on WotW. And, that is coming along quite nicely, thank you. OK, so I haven’t added to its wordcount in a week, but I have been thinking about it, and those thoughts have led to some pretty solid ideas, if I do say so myself. I’m hearing my characters talk again, which is nice. For a while there they’d gone rather quiet. I blame the odd tangent I was taking. They didn’t want to go that way. Ooh, now I’m starting to sound like a crazy writer –  “I just sat back & my characters wrote themselves. No, really.” Honestly, though, there is certainly room for gut instinct in this writing game.

OK. That’s all you’re getting from my tired brain this evening.

Any parents got any hints for bedtime? Or at least some words of encouragement so I don’t feel like the meanest mother in the world for enforcing a bed-time. In all honesty, I think I’d feel better about it if I could say it was strictly in his best interests. But, no, by the time evening rocks around, I am hanging out for child-free time.There. I said it. Turn me in. Lock me up. I crave ‘me’ time.

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