What one does instead of writing

So a great big wodge of more or less free time has opened up this evening and instead of devoting my time to changing the tense of my novel (ooh!), I'm instead helping my three year old visit the sandman.


Don't get me wrong, as far as distractions go this is about as good as they get.

But distraction it still is and all it means is that a little bit less will be finished by the time I fall asleep at the keyboard later tonight.

Wait a minute. In the time it's taken me to write this post, he's started snoring. Maybe I should blog with him more often. Watching Dad write a blog post is obviously as exciting as the inside of his eyelids.