I don’t know when they write. Those people who have 4 kids and a blog and 2 books deals and… I don’t know when they write.
Anyway. The answer as usual is not to look at them but ask me. Where do I write? I write in the snatches. In the rocking the smallest to sleep. In the moments when they are distracted by tv and at the end of the day when they are asleep and in that brief time when I am awake.
This afternoon I picked up son1 from nursery in the light. The first time since October that we’ve not walked in darkness on a Tuesday night. The sun set cast glowing light across the distant downs. Somewhere far away I heard the taste of summer evenings and I was glad.
This morning we looked at what it means to be a disciple of Jesus in Tuesday group. I can’t think of many places the word disciple is used to describe someone. I think it means something involved and life altering. Must ponder that.
Last night I went out for dinner with friends. It was one of those lovely times without small people to interrupt when we could swim some conversational depths. It made me think I must set up a book group soon. I must. For my sanity mainly.
This morning I realise it’s been 2 days with no space to write, either due to energy levels or just no space. This life is full on. That’s ok, it’s just full on. I don’t know when they write. Those people with 4 children and a blog and 2 books written already. I don’t know when they write.