It is just too soon after the birth of my second child to seriously consider writing. I do have the desire. I even find the time on occasion. However, when I set myself to the task, the outcome is inevitably the same. Interruptions.
I need the practice in dealing with interruptions, really. But, as I sit here feeling foiled, I am realizing that interruptions still get the better of me. It is not hopeless. There is a day in the not too distant future where my wife is not exhausted beyond all sanity and my sons have settled into a more predictable routine. For now, though, the interruptions are what keep me away.
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