15 minutes a day

The last time I wrote on this blog was in early January. I'm revisiting it now as a way to get writing again. I no longer edit New England Sports magazine, and am a full-time mom, and I realize how lucky I am to be able to stay home full-time with Nora. However, I have started to itch to do something else besides plan naps, playground trips and playdates. 

I read a book today about writing that said to set a timer and write 15 minutes a day to warm up your brain and get in the writing groove. Fifteen minutes doesn't sound so bad, right? Except when your 22-month-old falls asleep for a measly 10 minutes in the car this morning, and then counts that as her nap for the day. I have spent almost the entire day working toward the Holy Grail of a napping toddler. I finally succeeded after four tries. It's so late now, she'll probably be up watching Letterman tonight, and our whole week will be shot. But I don't have that kind of foresight. All I know is I needed at least 45 minutes to myself, today. Which, I now blissfully have.

So...the elephant in this blog is what's happened since my last post. Hmmm, let's see. A month later my mother was diagnosed with stage IV melanoma, I got pregnant, miscarried, got pregnant soon after, and my mother died in September. That's the abbreviated version, obviously, and I don't really feel the need to delve too deep at this point. Especially, since my 15 minutes is up...