And it's your fault.
My friend, Patti, is having a blogfest starting September 27 in which we record how much time we spend writing. I don't really keep track, so I'm going to play. I unofficially started today.
I wrote 30 minutes while my son was in preschool.
I wrote 2 hours after my children went to bed.
2.5 hours! Over 1000 words, too! (Way more words than I typically write in 2.5 hours, by the way.)
I thought I'd calculate my blogging time, too...
Between preschool and after bedtime, I clocked ALMOST the same amount of time blogging as I did writing.
I like to blog, but it needs to me nipped in the you-know-what.
So. I like you. But I am going to try and like you fewer times per week.
(I don't really blame you for my kitchen floor. I actually accept full responsibility, but I've been planning on scrubbing my kitchen floor for way too many days now. I keep blogging instead. It's sticky. Ewe gross.)