It’s not easy being a writer when there’s a three month old baby demanding attention. Every day he insists the only place he can sleep is lodged firmly on my chest. Attempts at doing anything other than quietly reading a book or gazing adoringly at his sleeping figure are met with squirming and cries and demands for food or comfort. Needless to say, this is actually the most I’ve written since he was born. On rare occasions, like at six thirty in the morning when he’s noisily sleeping, I get a little bit of time on my computer to write. That’s my writing time. Otherwise, I’m mastering the one handed…
