my project
Hannah was gone (again) this week, so I’ve been day and night dad. It’s not really much more work than it is usually. Work and Sam occupy me, and when I do get a night free it seems everybody else is busy.
I didn’t understand just how solitary a pursuit this would be. I still don’t understand it. My lot’s no heavier, and actually much lighter, than the average parent’s, so I have no right to complain. I don’t treat it like a cloud that’s raining on me, but ignoring it hasn’t worked, either. It’s still there.
It’s like being caught in a vortex- most peaceful at the center (and, in this case, terribly cute and often amusing), but anything else pretty much obliterated or irrelevant.
I don’t think my time would be better spent- or, more accurately, that as industrious I’m not and as undisciplined as I am, that I would be making such great use of it otherwise. Nevertheless, when a friend tells me about the book proposals he’s submitting and revising, I want to cry.
I didn’t understand just how solitary a pursuit this would be. I still don’t understand it. My lot’s no heavier, and actually much lighter, than the average parent’s, so I have no right to complain. I don’t treat it like a cloud that’s raining on me, but ignoring it hasn’t worked, either. It’s still there.
It’s like being caught in a vortex- most peaceful at the center (and, in this case, terribly cute and often amusing), but anything else pretty much obliterated or irrelevant.
I don’t think my time would be better spent- or, more accurately, that as industrious I’m not and as undisciplined as I am, that I would be making such great use of it otherwise. Nevertheless, when a friend tells me about the book proposals he’s submitting and revising, I want to cry.