So, I’m back in balance. My writer self and my mommy self have learned to co-exist. This new arrangement has actually prompted some funny/challenging moments.
***Quick fact about my daughter, Zizi, she loves to be held by most people but especially by me so I’ve learned to do everything with one hand. I’m typing this post with one hand. Which let me tell you is incredibly frustrating seeing as I’ve been intimately familiar with home row since I was thirteen. (Some kids played video games, I “played” Mavis Beacon.)
A few weeks back I started writing the third installment of The Morrow Girls Series. Again, typing with one hand – excruciating! I’m not one of those writers that does a lot of planning or mapping before I start writing. I just type what I’m thinking so while my brain is going 100 miles a minute my poor solitary hand is hobbling along trying to keep up. Anyway, Zizi seemed rather content on my lap and then she suddenly lurched forward, her mini-sized hands slamming against the keyboard.
This is a regular occurrence now.
Does this mean I lose some content? Yeah, but nothing undo can’t fix so for some reason I just wanna laugh at her for it. Not to mention she’s found some commands I didn’t know existed. I wish she was able to talk so I could ask her what they are.
Oh, and she knows the difference between iTunes/Firefox and word processing apps. If I don’t open Pages in a timely fashion she’s got something to say about that. I think I might have a future writer on my hands.
Or maybe an actress because this is the look she gave me when she realized I’d whipped out the digital camera. And then a second later … she was back to typing her manuscript.