I have so many things I need to get down in this blog, but I haven't the time. I have an interesting riff on naming kids, and another on how we're wiring our babies, like it or not. I want to work on my preschool guide and talk some more about PR.
I'm going to, I promise, start a knitting and sewing blog, too. I'm so addicted and I'd love to show off my recent creation. I want to do a cool page about my mama's group. And it strikes me that there are so many mama's groups, I want to write about them all. But I don't have time, and I've got some major repetitive stress pain going on in my right hand.
What's the problem? I'd love to write 24 hours a day. I have so much to say, I drive around town writing in my head. I've got things to say about parenting and politics and cooperatives and business and all the weirdness that is Portland.
But I'm doing so much living that it gets in the way. I'm writing for Blogging Baby and that's taking up a couple of hours a day. I'm working at least 4-5 hours each day, and those two activities take up all the possible time on my computer. Then there's my family and all my friends.
I wish I could put life on hold and write for days and days. But if I wasn't living, would I have anything to write about? Where can a writer-to-be find the middle ground between living and writing about her life?