And so, my alone time didn’t help much yesterday. Too quiet. Not enough kid. However, I have three new sentences that I didn’t have this time yesterday. They are mostly about ice cream. Because we start where we are. Today started with coffee and pancakes. After Isla climbed into bed with us and farted in my face. Thanks, kid. I’ve decided that that’s not a metaphor for the rest of the day. Today’s the kind of day where the TV…
If we were having coffee, we’d be hiding in the kitchen while Isla counts the balls in her ball pit and Neil plays the shit out of Isla’s toy guitar. You’d be convincing me that I can write a mystery on a wharf including a dog collar for NYC Midnight’s Flash Fiction Challenge. While I do feel better about this assignment than the Short Story Challenge, it would seem that the only story elements I can work with these days…
And so, Isla is nearly two. I’m finding this harder to deal with than last year. But I’m hoping she’ll let me share her cake. That’ll help, yeah? In related news, Neil and I recently celebrated three years of marriage with a seafood dinner and the same message he’s been writing in all my cards for nearly seven years. And just so he knows: You’re welcome, Dude. The pleasure (and heartburn) is all mine. In my absence from blogging, there’s…
Since we moved in we’ve had a gas leak, the washing machine won’t drain, the toaster blew a fuse. And today, the boiler has packed in. But it’s still our house. And apparently, it’s well, sensitive. So. Leave it alone. Unless you’d like to come and fix the heat. Actually, the same guy who fixed our farting stove two weeks ago is making another trip to fix the heat. Don’t worry, he knows where we live. In other news, we…
Loving: How Isla says ‘Mammy’. And that her new word is ‘cookie’. And that now she says yes as well as no. Homemade hazelnut lattes. Being without my mobile phone. Reading: City On Fire, Garth Risk Halberg. My initial love for this book has cooled. But I understand that good books are like life, and cannot be interesting all the time. Cuckoo’s Calling, JK Rowling. Kind of over-written, but somehow moreish. Watching: Recently finished Making A Murderer. I think Mr…
