Blogging because nothing else can get done in 15 minutes

I can’t seem to face any projects. I never know if someone is going to call to come see the house, and my few (as in seven over two days) childcare hours are hardly my own with house stuff and with finally trying — in an admittedly half-assed way — to take care of my health. There’s so much I want to be doing personally and professionally, but it’s all on hold if no one is holding me accountable to a deadline.

Lucky for me, I did have a colleague tell me she’d look at an essay, and I had to get it to her by May 15. So I did revise a piece I’d workshopped in my writing group twice and would really like to send out soon. And I also owed a piece to DC Metro Moms Blog, for whom I’m supposed to write twice a month. So I let my son bask in the glow of the other computer to watch Steve Songs while I wrote. I finally got off a piece the other day musing about E’s future and whether I should nurture his inner entertainer (not so inner — he’s all about the showing his personality to others). It’s called “Whose kid will be the next Adam Lambert in 20 years? (Or Susan Boyle in 40?).” Check it out!