Abandoning Moopet to Childcare

My arms and shoulders ache. I imagine it is from abandoning, deserting, throwing Moopet into the baby jail, behind the playpen bars of her new family day care place. Actually, my husband did the heavy lifting of Moopet into the playpen, as I have bronchitis –...

Childcare take 2

It’s been about a million years (in baby time) since I last blogged. Bubba is now 13 months old, and such a different little proposition to how she began. I think I need to find another bloggy pseudonym for her, seeing as she is not going to be a bubba for much...

Write until you drop

I am thinking about writing. I am thinking about what I can write, and how I can make that more a part of my future. I am thinking about honesty. Whenever I start a new writing project, I get a sudden rush of other, excellent ideas for other, excellent projects....

I keep waking up happy

I keep waking up happy. It’s spooky. It’s as if someone has been doing a nightly operation on me, someone like Elijah Wood in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Instead of messing with my memories, my night gnome takes my DNA and examines the anxiety...

On permission

It comes back to this, doesn’t it? It occurs to me that I am being paid to write what I want to, for the first time in my life. I have a PhD scholarship. They even gave me a bit extra, thanks to my university medal, garnered all those years ago. I still remember...