It feels like a good selection of stories. Some of them make me laugh and my wife said “they are amusing.” I assume this is good because she’s lived them and when you live stories they’re mostly amusing, especially as a parent.
It’s very rare that in the moment of something happening as a parent you find it entertaining. Instead it’s terrifying or aggravating, or infuriating. Spilled milk and monkey sounds don’t bring out the best in us immediately, but, eventually they do and we can laugh about them. That’s been a bit how this book has come together. I’m trying to think of the things that brought out a chunk of any emotion and reflect on it. How did I feel then and how should I feel now? It’s like I’ve been climbing and have reached an objective plateau where I can survey my path and reflect on the true beauty and challenge of it.
The actual writing of the book has also plateaued. I’ve not added more than a few hundred words in the past week. It’s never enjoyable to listen to people wax on about how busy they are so I’ll just say that the past ten days have featured other priorities. My solution to re-prioritize the proofreading of this book is to print a physical copy out and go through it by hand. That’s going to mean a lot of handwritten notes when digital comments would be much more efficient but it’s better to edit some physical notes than no digital ones.
I've done some writing on other projects and some editing on this one. Thanks to Jamie Rubin for letting this data flow automatically.