So, I had a baby.
He was born prematurely and all he did at first was sleep a lot. That afforded me ample time to do things like update blogs. Then, right around the original time of his due date, he woke up.
While caring for him in the early months, I found plenty of time to read (it’s easy to find time to read) and little pockets of time in which to grind furiously on my novel-in-progress (though Word to the Wise: writing probably shouldn’t feel like furious grinding), but not much else. Now he’s seven months along and I have a little bit more time, so maybe I can return to semi-regular or even regular blogging. And maybe even tweeting, which seems like it shouldn’t take too much time, but somehow does.