There I was, staring at a version of my book-perfectly content with it-with a deadline I might actually hit for once and this fool-hearty belief that I might actually be on top of my shit.   And then my son was born.    Funny enough, as seismic as that event was, life seemed to hand-select this window of time to throw a dozen or so more curve balls at me as if I wasn't all of a sudden juggling the biggest challenge of … [Read more...]