By Suzannah Freeman
Today’s article is written by regular contributor Sarah Baughman.
I like schedules.
I remember at one point in my life actually managing to, say, go running, teach six classes, make a meatloaf, and get some writing done all on the same day.
But lately, with a toddler and newborn in the house, “scheduling” mostly means just ensuring that everybody eats and sleeps at predictable times. It might sound clear-cut, but the stakes are high; after all, I’m always hovering one poorly timed peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwich-with-carrot-sticks lunch away from a meltdown.
So when to write?
I have visions of rising each morning in the dark, brewing coffee, and hunching over my computer to pound out reams of prose before... More...
