A status report: Some new writing, my baby pterodactyl and Anne Lamott

It's a Monday night, and all is quiet in our house. Down the hallway, my kid is making breathing noises through her pacifier. She's been fighting sleep all day, so to be able to sit at my desk uninterrupted right now is really nice.

I'm going to crawl into bed soon -- not because I'm tired but because I will be when the little girl I call my own wakes up between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., calling to me from her crib that she's hungry. 

The mornings have been coming too soon the last couple of weeks. I suppose it's because I've spent them writing for Broadly, a channel for Vice that focuses on women's experiences. So far, my stories have mostly been about exposing how fucked up people can be. Today's post was about a doctor in the Bahamas who allegedly raped a woman he was performing an abortion on. Last week, I looked into the case of a boarding school track star who sexually assaulted a female student; his school administrators thought it fitting to make him bake and deliver to her monkey bread once a week as his punishment. I also wrote about how "unchill" (editor's word, not mine -- but I hope to start incorporating this into my lexicon) Donald Trump's VP pick is.


TL;DR: I'm writing for a very cool, women-focused platform, and I love it.

Lately, I've found less time to retreat. I haven't doodled in my journal or on the writing app in my phone in a while. I can't remember the last time I entered into that dark room inside my head and let the writing just flow. 

But my kid is almost six months old now. She's a better human than I could ever be because she likes pureed squash. When she "talks," she sounds like what I imagine a pterodactyl to sound like. We laugh together every day. 

What I'm Reading: Anne Lamott's Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year, a wonderful gift from a wonderful lady back in wonderful Charlotte, Rachel Sutherland. I've come across two instances where Lamott talks about how much she loathes Republicans and intends to teach her son the same. I like it.

Side note: I watched two minutes of the Republican National Convention tonight. Two. I'll suffer through the highlights tomorrow.