Late

It's Thursday night and the house is quiet. I just finished writing an article about a new tech gadget for n4bb.com. That's one of the sites I write for.

My son had to stay home with me today aso he awoke late last night projectile vomiting. Oh what terrible dread to have a 2 year old screaming and not know how to help him.

I just finished reading an incredible book called This Bright River by Patrick Sommerville. It's a tale of lost hope and new love with a literary bent. Truly worth it, in my opinion.

Life's been a bit tough for your humble narrator lately as being underemployed is wont to do to a man. The Mrs. has gotten a promotion and things are looking up. I, meanwhile, manage the house and the kids and try living the dream of writing for a living.

The only problem with that is the actual writing...I mean busting out articles is pretty easy for me....but the big thing....the novel...well it gnaws at me every day. I am at 12,000+ words right now. Every time I try to work on it, I just can't. I know where it needs to go and what I want it to say...but I can't seem to get there. So it goes.