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Up to now, I’ve resisted the temptation to stray into personal matters; generally because I can barely muster enough energy to give a fsck, and can’t imagine the combination of wit and sarcasm it would take to get you to give one. A fsck, that is.
But, if you’ve been reading this blog for more than a month or so, you’ve probably noticed a downturn in, umm, let’s say frequency of content. (If you’ve been reading for less than a month, you might think this is as good as it gets! I am ashamed.)
There has been a reason behind this downturn. Reason #24: You Have Kids.
Reason #24, as you may remember (which is unlikely, because it hasn’t been written, because of this downturn), pointed out that:
Writing output is inversely proportional to how much you love your kids.
Which leads me to the subject of this personal interlude.
Little Reasons the Fourth was born on Thursday at 2:31am (which was probably still Wednesday in your ass-dragging time zone). Little Reasons is doing well, Mrs Reasons is doing well, the other Little Reasons are happy, I’m stressing like a one-legged poet with a two-thousand-page manuscript on the last day of a writer’s conference.
So, umm, posts may continue to be sporadic for a few more weeks, until the oh-my-god-isn’t-she-beautiful wears off, the fact that I Have Four Kids sinks in, and I barricade myself in the junk room and install a doorbell that chimes “Fsck off, Daddy’s working”.
You know, I wasn’t planning to demonstrate any of the Reasons …
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I have two daughters, so I know where you’re coming from. I’d just written 25,000 words of my very first novel when our first child popped into our lives, and I didn’t write another word of fiction for five years.
The only reason I started writing again was because I was doing a second uni degree and I had a gap between two evening tutes that was too short to go anywhere and too long to sit and do nothing. So, I got hold of an ancient laptop and picked up my old novel.
Congrats on the new bundle of joy. I hope you, Mrs Reasons, and the three older little reasons all the best (that means plenty of sleep when you can find it.)
Congrats.
Writing of any kind with a newborn around is well nigh impossible.
So I guess I’ll forgive you.
Congrats on the new addition! I wish you some sleep, if not any writing time.
I’m a fan. Irregular posting for myriad (good) reasons be fscked. Um, or something. : )
Congratulations on the latest family member!
Thanks for the kind wishes. First draft finished, just 18 years of revisions tp go.
(I know the whole grouchy Dad thing is a cliche, but if I told you how deliriously happy I am, I doubt you’d believe me.)
Aaaaaw, sweet! Congratulations! Best of luck getting some sleep!
Nice. Congratulations on the new kid.
You might as well just chuck those literary aspirations in a time machine though, and fast forward those 18 years.
That’s when you’re going to START the rewrites, not finish.
Wonderful, wonderful. Congratulations to the whole Reasons family.
I think this is, probably, the very best reason at all for not writing.
Congrats! Make sure none of your kids start writing or smoking. It’a lot easier not to start than it is to stop once you’re hooked.
Congrats on the new Spawn of Reason!
We snapped those spaghetti noodles after two reasons in my household. Three would drive me crazy.
You take it easy and we’ll see you between those 2:00am and 3:00am collickcalls
*sends virtual love, which is not to be confused for pron* I sympathize. I have an almost 3 year old and a special needs 6 year old who is having school problems. And I have to also say, I have mad respect for you because you don’t seem to consider “Hey, it’s a mother’s job to take care of the new baby, they’re better at it” and option. My husband was a life saver for helping out. Hooray for men who are great dads!
MRS? *gag*