I've been a little busy of late.
We welcomed Vincent Daniel Eccles into the world on April 18th, 2014. He's amazing, and Anthony is the best big brother I could have asked for. I'll have more on that--and Vincent's birth story--soon. Vince spent his first 6 weeks a very unhappy baby; and very little else other than baby soothing happened as a result. Then came residency.
Luckily, I'm blessed with an amazing husband who took point on all things toddler. They played baseball, floated in the pool, and in general tried to stay cool in the 110 degree heat. I saw them on obscure breaks and in the space between dinner and evening panels. Vincent stayed snuggled on my chest. I really don't know how I'd get anything done without babywearing. Being an adorable baby, he proved far more interesting than I was and stole conversations and smiles. While I'm thankful to be home and back to a normal routine, I miss the poolside and free flow of intellectually challenging conversations involving more than what color ninja I am. (It's red, by the way.)
|Yeah, I'm a bad ass writer.|
To be honest, I've been hesitant about posting here. I looked back at some of my old posts, some of the flash fiction I threw up on here, some of the prose and I cringed. How did I put words on the internet so riddled with errors? How can I call myself a writer, when all the stories I've put out in the world have been inherently flawed? I can't stomach work that I used to be proud of. There's a part of me that wants to go through and edit and fix it all. But I'm not the same writer I was a year ago, six months ago, ten days ago. There's constant evolution. As writers, we are constantly in flux. Our writing should be improving with each sentence, each word.
|Vincent is my harshest critic.|
But whoever said I was wise?