writing with a child on the sofa watching cartoons
This week is the school winter break, so I’m writing with my ten-year-old sitting in the sofa watching cartoons. Go outside, the weather’s beautiful, I say, as I type hunched over my computer, carefully ignoring the dishes piled on the kitchen counter and the dust highlighted by the sun shining in through the window again after a long winter. Today is the deadline for the DAC paper, and thank goodness, late last night it started making sense to me again instead of just being a bunch of isolated bits and pieces. I have an argument and a contribution. I think. And a lot of words. I think I can pull it all together today.
At four I’m taking my daughter to see Night at the Museum, and then we’re going up to the Natural History Museum, armed with torches for a special museum in the dark experience. I’ve tried to scare my daughter telling her the whale might come to life, but she just laughs and says it’s only bones, anyway. Isn’t that even scarier, I say? Nah, she replies coolly.
We’ll see. Now I just need to finish this paper before four.
Update: I finished it!!! Hooray!!!