I’m sitting here drinking my cup of coffee, flipping through some purple-inked pages in an actual marble composition book, trying to blog my way out of an afternoon slump.
Edit: It’s now actually 8.50 at night. Dinner, a webinar, and Roald Dahl happened before I could finish this post. Time is weird.
Hi. Who’s (still) with me?
If you’re interested, here’s my daily routine. For real.
Get up, tell Isla that it’s too cold to wear a dress, suggest she wear jeans, and meet her halfway and make her put tights on under her dress.
‘I’m going to stand here until you brush your teeth,’ I tell her.
‘But you’re sitting down, Mummy.’
‘Never mind, it’s a saying. Brush your teeth.’
If it’s a good day, I pass a hairbrush through her hair and we call it done. Mostly she walks past me while I’m there with the brush. Same thing?
Then she and Neil get in the car and listen to experimental music or The Beatles on the way to school.
Depending on the day, I have three or four hours to myself while Isla is at school. I write or blog or futz around on FB, and think about writing or blogging.
My PA comes in and I get ready to go pick up Isla at school. We make lunch and do puzzles and sometimes make puzzles out of lunch.
There’re showers in there, sometimes road-trips, sometimes dance class, sometimes a playdate or boredom, sometimes I watch my kid bake or watch her while she watches TV.
My point is, if I don’t get writing or blogging done while Isla is at school, that day’s words take longer to appear.
When I know what I’m writing or um, have a plan, morning writing leads to an afternoon blog post. Hi.
And then we get days like today, when the PA leaves, Isla is chilling out, Neil comes out for tea, and I’m all, ‘but what should I BLOG about?’
‘Penguins,’ he says. Which is legitimately his answer to everything.
This time I said ‘No, penguins were last week. With the writing prompt post.’
So he says, ‘Do a spreadsheet of your key topics, and rotate them, so you don’t repeat yourself, but cycle through so you know what day is what.’
Now. This is not new news.
And the fact that my husband told me to do a spreadsheet, probably means that I won’t do an actual spreadsheet. At least not now.
But it did get me thinking about what my blog focuses are. What I talk about and what I want to talk more about.
Here’s what I got:
Specifically mine, which is CP. Wasn’t it World CP Day recently, or something? Whatever. For me, it’s every day.
Specifically how my CP and wheelchair use makes the parenting gig more interesting. Not better or worse than regular parenting (because it is regular parenting.) Just more interesting.
Because damn it, I will write a book. Several books. Fiction books. Maybe a book out of this blog. Which is not fiction. Hi. There’s also my weekly writing prompts over here.
Or something. See, I’m not local to anywhere. I was in New York til I was 12 and then I moved to Scotland and the concept of home is complicated for me. Mostly comprised of individual people, and not a place. That’s weird. Share my weirdness.
Accessible, family travel. Even when it isn’t.
I’d like you to think that my posts are conversations over coffee. Because most of the people I would choose to have coffee with, I can’t have coffee with. So I blog.
And I also blog about blogging. But that’s Wednesday’s post.
And if you blog about one of those things, or a few of them, I want to read YOUR blog.
What does your blogging schedule look like?
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