Back to work!

I'm very lucky that going "back to work" for me just means rearranging my writing room a little. And my schedule, of course. Gone -- for now -- are the days of noodling for hours and hours with a manuscript. There are snatched hours to be had, though. An hour here, an hour there, not a moment to waste. I am "back to work" in a small way and feeling good!

I've heard from various sources that having this new [adorable, endlessly fascinating] demand on one's time can have the effect of making one more efficient. I am determined to make that true of myself. I've never been an efficient writer. I'm a futzer, forever messing about with sentences, lingering too long in scenes and perfecting them rather than moving along and getting more scenes written. It's a problem. So I'm really hoping that schedule desperation makes me grow as a writer, conquer some of my issues. It's not a matter for *hope* of course. I mean, it's all up to me. It's a matter of making it happen. The attitude to have is that I can, and will.

(The Little Engine That Could. Ooh, I need to add that to Clementine's growing library. And man is her library growing! I have a lot of picture books that I've been collecting for years, but I didn't have any board books or cloth books, and it's great having bookish friends, writers and publishers, because we've been absolutely flooded with book love. Thank you to everyone who's contributed to Clementine's library! I read to her a little, and I eagerly anticipate the time that she will engage with the page, look at the pictures, and get familiar with the words. Not that I'm in a rush. I'm already really wistful about how fast she's growing. So true, what "they" say, about how crazy-fast it goes! She's already outgrown her tiniest onesies, which is so bittersweet. So soon, she won't even be a newborn anymore.)

Anyway, here's the interim writing room set-up, with my two *helpers*:

And yesterday at bath time ...
Now, let's see if I can work on that efficiency issue ...