Blog frequency...

One might think that I'm blogging less because I'm so busy with babykins that I have no time... but if one thought that, one would be wrong. In fact, I do plop down at the laptop now and again, but I'm still blogging less...


... because the events in my life are, I assume, boring to the outside world. I'm not having wonderful fun in cool spots with whiskeys and scintilating conversation. I'm not writing much, or sending out things and getting back rejections and acceptances... or reading heavy books, or flirting online...


You might be curious about what I'm doing instead...


I'm cooing and oohing at the babykins, for hours a day, and having a heck of a time putting him down and letting him cry. I just can't do it, set him in the crib and turn the monitor off... So it's not that I'm not here at the computer, but that I'm not "here" at the computer... or "here" anywhere else.


And to write about what I'm doing when I'm away from the computer would be damn dull... and include intense tales of gymanees, bjorns, breastpumps and reruns of Roseann. You don't want to hear about that, do you?


If it's any consolation I'm also not cleaning my house, cooking, visiting with friends. Nope. Just me and babykins, gurgling our days away.


Though I am writing picture books. Lots of picture books, which I may or may not ever be able to sell... and I am reorganizing the second manuscript of poems, "The Truth & Other Stories." And I am trying to book some readings for this spring, and dig up reviews for "Half/Life". But again, the descriptions of such pursuits would be damn dull.


So forgive me? I'm allowed a few months of this, propped against pillows, shirtless, nursing and typing in bed... right? His head just smells so GOOD!