Ah yes. The baby induced writer's block. Not for lack of inspiration, content or thoughts. But for lack of a writing implement or 90 consecutive seconds to jot down the words of searing insight during this "slave-to-a-newborn" phase.
Ironic that my last post was about finding any time to write consistently, no? That's what I like to call good ol' fashioned self jinxing.
As it is, I currently have a sleeping babe on my chest that is intermittently emitting shrieks of delight and agony in her sleep. And not so surprisingly, taking a moment to jiggle or soothe has the nasty side effect of evaporating one's train of thought.
And it's not like this train is on the most solid of tracks to start with. I find myself starting a sentence to my husband, only to pause mid-thought, having completely forgotten where this was going. I look at him with eyes that are pleading as if to say, "Where was I going with this?". To which he refrains from stating, "If I knew, would we be having this lovely interchange?".
So yes. I am fully submitting myself to the haze. Please to be expecting nothing of real worth or value to be coming from these quarters until there is more sleep to be had for all parties in our household.