Writing With One Ear Pressed to the Door
I've been a dad for two-and-a-half years, and I've been more productive as a writer than I ever have been. There are a number of reasons for this. I, of course, have to credit my partner, Meredith, who urges me to write and does what she can to afford me the time to write. I also have been using the time allotted much more economically. I've cut back on a lot of leisure as a function of both wanting to spend more time with my family and having a somewhat attenuated attention span for things outside of the literary life and the kids.
I also have to say that my rhythm has changed. What used to take me many hours, drafting, crafting, composing, now takes me only an hour. (Mind you, editing takes longer).
What it boils down to, though, is urgency. I've been writing with urgency. So much has happened--I was diagnosed with cancer, I started radiation treatment, Meredith and I had children . . . I've been writing to stop time.
So, you'll forgive me if I don't make it to the blog as much as I used to. Perhaps I'll be inspired to visit you more often, but right now I'm at work.