Sweet dreams

I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my 20 month old granddaughter in a high chair opposite me. She’s eating breakfast and watching Curious George, I’m typing this and drinking my second cup of coffee. Okay, she’s finished, we’re off.

I’m back, fun morning, great lunch and she’s down for a nap.

I’m doing now, what I did over twenty-five years ago, writing while a baby naps. Way back then, it was during the naps of my two daughters that I wrote, got my first byline, and was off and running on newsprint. Prior to that, writing always seemed like such a waste of time but when the girls slept, my heart and feet were glued to home so I wrote. I could have cleaned, sorted laundry, or napped myself, but I took their nap time and made it my time to write.

Now I’m doing the same thing. The difference this time is that it’s only one day a week. The rest of the days I’m a fanatic on the laptop, doing research and working on my current project, but today, it’s my day to babysit, I’ll write about her, sort-of.

A lot of folks claim that because their lives are busy they have no time to write. But actually it’s easy to carve out time from the edges of your life. You just have to teach yourself to turn it on and off during the few minutes you get in between that which you do for the rest of the time, live.

So sleep little one, sleep peacefully. I’ll write for a while.

Yawn.

Maybe this time I’ll nap too.

Are you a napper, a writer or just plain exhausted?