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It’s taken me all day to get four pages. I listened to HAIRSPRAY, then switched to 1776. When I’ve had to try two different musicals it’s been a hard day. My muse and I are tired for some reason.
It’s also Presidents’ Day, which is a combination holiday celebrating Lincoln and Washington’s birthdays. It meant that Trinity was off school, and though I had help to take her to a movie, and other things, no one could help with the guilt. I’d hoped to finish my pages in the morning and then Jon and I could have taken her to the movie ourselves, but the morning was totally unproductive. Totally.
My job is so hard to plan around. Some glorious days I get my pages done in two hours or less. Some days it takes six to eight hours to get the same number of pages. How do I plan around something that can vary that much?
Answer, you don’t, you can’t. Most parents didn’t even have the option to take part of the day off and do something with the kids. So, really, there’s nothing different between me and hundreds of other working parents except that Trinity sees me popping into the kitchen, and having to do comic stuff on the computer, and . . . it’s just harder to explain that really you are working when you’re working out of your home. But I am, and I was, and when this blog is done, I’m done for the day. And I’m ready to be done for the day. God, this was a slog of a day, like walking through thigh deep mud, but I did it. I have my pages, I have my progress, now I am out of here.