When Isla started nursery school, I stuck around for a while on her first day. She held my hand for a beat longer than usual, looked at me, and then went to play. From my wheelchair in the corner, I watched her play and tried not to mess with her moment. That day, she did things that made sense to people who were three. Playing alone together with other kids. After a while, a boy not unkindly asks my daughter,…
And so, I got two emails recently. One from a writer friend asking how NaNoWriMo is going, and one from another writer friend about a probably inaccessible writing retreat that promised to unleash my creativity. Well. I got news. My creativity is fine. I don’t need a writing retreat. What I need is a baby-sitter and a drink. And possibly someone to unplug the Netflix. Saying that, check out these 30 ways Netflix can improve your writing. And so, I’m…
If we were having coffee, and catching up on blog news, I’d tell you Sonia at Losing The Plot won the recent blog promo video giveaway. And Christine at I’m Sick and So Are You, in her infinite wisdom, has come up with 5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Read Gin & Lemonade. Do you think sarcasm is the highest form of flattery? Please say yes. Because then we can be friends. In real life, the fam and I took a week-long…
I had plans this weekend. I was going to write at least 3 blog posts (I don’t usually write blog posts ahead of time but I’m realizing I need to start), read for 24in48 readathon and drink lots of coffee and cider. Isla was spending the weekend with the localist grandparents, and I was going to GET SHIT DONE. Because my time management sucks, I’ve read a grand total of 7 books this year, and I need to stop wasting…
I am a mother. I am disabled. I am sometimes a disabled mother. Isla went back to nursery school today, after mid-winter break. I enjoyed having her home for three days. I’m also enjoying being able to write this post in silence, without cartoons in the background, while she is at school. This morning we had our usual cuddles with TV and waffles before what Isla calls ‘the team effort’ to get her dressed. She’s hopping around, pulling her jeans…
