Write, right?

I’m retired now. So, you know, I don’t really do anything any more.

Well, I still write the odd poem, and these posts here. And every now and then I try to spend some time on that novel.

Oh, also, now that I’m 65 I’ve become a full time, stay at home parent, as one does.

Nothing much else though

I no longer do any construction work. Oh, well, yes, I am putting gates on our back yard now that summer is on its way and the boy is walking, wait, running, I should have said running.

But really, I have nothing more to do than sit around and collect my pension. I’ve earned it after all, as scant an income as it’s proven to be.

So I should have hours for writing, right?

Buckets full of hours. Between diaper changes I could jot down a few lines. I might put a chicken and some veggies in the oven and write a paragraph or two while they roast. Or jot down some lines of thought in the notepad I still carry in my back pocket while the laundry is on or while the homemade goldfish crackers are baking.

Goodness knows I get plenty of inspiration from the twenty or so books I reread to my son every day. (He’s fond of books and I’m proud of him for that. He asks to be read to every day.)

And I’m at the library every week with him too for baby-time, he checks out two or three books when ever we go. Libraries are great places to spark writing ambition.

And then there’s …

Watching people in public places is also great for inspiration, I can do that when I take my son to his swimming lessons.

I could also people watch when ever the boy and I go grocery shopping, or walking at the mall, shopping for clothes or walking downtown.

And it’s not like I’m out of practice!

Besides blog posts here and poetry, I still write the DJ parts of an hour long radio show once every four weeks. Then I record it, cut in the music and the bumpers and set the levels and make it fit perfectly into fifty-nine minutes, send it to the radio station, upload it to the podcast site and email my play log to the administration.

It is true that I have some hobbies, curling, open mics, Sunday community socializing and the like. And we do have friends we occasionally get together with.

In all seriousness, I can’t explain why I don’t get more writing done. Just laziness I suppose.

I’ll try harder from now on, okay?