I really, really was going to write today. I haven't written or edited in two months. I've been quite busily reading for the upcoming Whitney Awards. I voted today for the award, so I'm putting reading aside for a few weeks as I catch up on editing my work in progress.
My two year old naps about 99 % of the time. I can count on 2 free hours almost every day. (except for Sunday now that we have church at 1:00) But during the week, I can count on it. However, I hardly ever write during that time. I usually do other things--eat lunch, catch up on e-mail, phone calls, laundry, dishes, etc. But today, I was going to write. I didn't.
It seems every time (which is rarely) that I decide I'm going to write during naptime, my baby decides otherwise. He did not take a nap. That's okay, though. That just allows me to continue to put off writing some more. Instead, we took a walk around the neighborhood in beautiful 70's weather and we were able to walk to pick up the boys from school. We hardly ever get to walk because Baby usually sleeps until I just have a few minutes before I have to pick them up.
So, let's see when can I carve out some time for writing? Not tonight. It's American Idol. Tomorrow, during naptime? Don't think so. My 8 year old is sick and will probably stay home tomorrow. When the others are here during naptime, it just doesn't have the same meaning.