Here I am. It's 9:30 and about sixty-five degrees. Child 1 has already done five laps in the pool. Thus begins my summer marathon. My kids are swimmers which means things like swim team, specially fitted goggles, tantrums over swim caps pulling hair, warming up in the hot tub after practice, eating copious amounts of food and long afternoons in the sun. That's what it means for them anyway.
Here's what it means for me. Sitting by the pool and watching them swim for two and a half hours every morning. Two and a half hours! It's a long time. I could be doing a lot of other things. Two and a half hours is usually how long it takes me to reach my daily goal of 2000 words on the WIP. It's also enough time to go for a run, get a shower, go the grocery store and make dinner. In two and half hours I could research more of the fabulous book blogs that populate the internet, draft emails begging them to review Losing Beauty, write several blog posts and do some tweeting.