First Day Jitters

It's my first day as an official "Stay-at-home Writer-Dad", so I naturally decided to create a blog. I mean, with the countless spare hours of free-time I am bound to have raising my daughter, I should be able to write a measly little blog...right? How hard can taking care of an eight pound little poop-machine be?

(Editors Note: My wife would like me to explain that my daughter is not a poop-machine but a beautiful angel. She would also like me to note that when my daughter does poop it smells like a fresh spring morning in Colorado.)

The truth is that this short post took hours to complete. Between changes, feedings, and other various parental activities. Much of it was written one-handed with a squirmy baby on my shoulder in various stages of grumpiness. But I need to keep writing and while I hope to continue writing poetry and short stories, I may not always have the fuel or the fire. In other words, I'll be too tired.

What this blog will become, I am unsure. I hope it becomes both a place for friends and family to remain updated on my daughter's early progress through life and perhaps even a resource for other stay-at-home moms and dads...Maybe even an epic literary journey of discovery and wonderment culminating in a lavish book deal...but I'm getting ahead of myself a bit. For now, it is enough that I am writing. Gotta run, the poop-ma...I mean angel needs a change...