If you follow me on Facebook, you probably already know that
I was blessed with a new arrival earlier this year. I’m now a father of three.
As a result, I’ve had a serious, but I hope perfectly understandable impediment
to my writing. It’s not nearly as easy as it once was to find time to work on
my next book, and my progress has slowed down noticeably. Often times, I’ve no
more than just found my word flow when Dad is needed again. There’s a diaper
emergency. Or the other two kids are fighting. Or someone desperately needs a snack right
now, even though mom is feeding the baby. Or someone has their head stuck
between the stairs railings. Again. Every day is a new adventure. And a new
opportunity to find yourself saying something you never thought you’d hear
yourself say. Like, “We don’t put deodorant on the cat,” and, “Because you’re
not a licensed dentist! That’s why!” There’s no preparing for this stuff. You
just have to wing it.
Regardless of how crazy it gets, I’d never give up this life
for anything. Even now that my work is earning enough that my wife was able to
cut back her work hours, I refuse to entirely give up my status as
“stay-at-home dad.” I’m far too proud of that title to let it go.
I truly have the best two jobs in the world. I have the best
kids and the best fans! And I promise you many more dark adventures are on the
way. I’m just moving a little slower than usual right now. Thank you so much