Back to square one and not talking about the children. I want to write. And I need to practice. Which is what this thing is for.

Hmm. Will un-muting James Bond help me craft my words? But it’s Daniel Craig. He’s bound to inspire.

Of course, what I have to write about is almost always the children, so I lied there. I was putting them both to bed by myself tonight, and it didn’t exactly go swimmingly. I’ve found in the past that the key is to have dinner early, but tonight that just meant that I had more hours of juggling the one and then the other and then the one again while fending off yells from the other and/or screeches from the one.
I have this notion of how I want to write, something about how the style will reflect the content, rather than all “And then she said this and then he said that” narrative. But what the narrative would actually be is anyone’s guess.

Must brush my teeth before called back into active service.