I swear, throughout the day I think of a number of things that just absolutely have to write about. Whatever cute things my children do, stuff that my husband does to drive me nuts (both good and bad) and general ideas about life that come to me as I’m living it.
But for me to get to the computer, just once, before the idea or the internal monologue dissipates… now that would be a blessing. I’ve forgotten more good posts than I could probably ever write down. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself when my kids are grown and we’re retired. I guess 28 is a little too early to start anticipating the golden years, eh?