Writer, Interrupted
Writing is such noisy magic. What is it about writing that can wake a child from the soundest sleep? It has a power I haven’t found in Facebooking, computer games, or reading. Somehow, no matter how early I wake, how late I stay up, or how quietly I move, the act of placing my butt in chair and my hands on keyboard will ping my kids’ radar on some register unheard by human ear.