Babies

Around 11 pm every night I have a brilliant idea, almost always, it’s one that would help me figure out whatever writing or thinking problem I’ve had during the little snippets of time I carve out during the day. And every time I tell myself, half asleep, nursing a baby, that I’ll remember the idea tomorrow. But I never do. I can sometimes remember the shape of the idea. This morning, I knew my idea from last night was 1) comparative 2) involved Jane Austen 3) involved some amusing adjectival hijinks… but what was it? How can I get it back? Oh, well!

Recently, my toddler started saying “Oh, well,” in a tiny, downbeat slur. Whenever we missed a bus, or had to cross a road, or didn’t have any more crackers, he’d pipe up: “Oh, wellllll.” That’s my doing.

“Oh, well.”

I’m going to use this space to circulate my writing, when I do it. And I’ll try to periodically post something about what’s happening with me. Thank you for reading!