It seems fair to say that authors are constantly scrambling for time to write. I previously wrote about managing this with a baby, and I thought I had things covered. Now I have a two year old.
Who knew that a person lacking reason and driven by impulse and the need to destroy could make sipping tea and banging out some words more difficult?
My daughter is now an adorable mini-Godzilla and proud of it. I love her with all my heart, but she’s still the reason I need to write. Diapers and daycare aren’t cheap.