I knew that babies take a lot of time, and I was unsure of how my writing time would be affected. Babies sleep a lot, don’t they? They do, but it seems to coincide with my most tired periods. That is the thing. It isn’t the time that stops me from writing, it is the lack of concentration and self-discipline, which seems to run on sleep, not coffee.
Don’t get me wrong, I have surprisingly little time to my self. And even though I would like to proclaim that writing trumps showers, naps and my daily walk, it doesn’t. It could, for a week, but I am in this for the long run.
So, how to adapt? We have bought a vacuum cleaner robot, started ordering our groceries online, and hired a help to cleans the house once a month. This frees up a lot of two hour slots, so now I am (mostly) clean, rested and walked. Which puts me in a good-ish position for self-discipline and concentration. Or, put in other words, I’m back in a position where coffee can again work its magic.
However, I still only have one, maybe two, hours of uninterrupted writing time each day. Which means quality over quantity. I also find if useful to have a defined goal. Not a big one, just something to focus my scattered brain on. One that can withstand unplanned disturbances and sudden loss of motivation and concentration. And maybe most importantly, one that can bear to stay unreached for a time. For I am not going to push through with this project at the expense of either my love for writing or these first months with my son.
I only have one small problem left. I am at risk of spend his sleeping time (my free time) looking at him, rather than do any of my own stuff. I guess parenthood has challenges in store that I haven’t the slightest resilience against.