A Flurry of The Feather Quill

Amazingly enough, I find myself with a few new freelance projects awaiting my attention. I have become something of an expert on keyword articles. Who knew it would actually be profitable to write about something while writing about nothing at all at the same time? Lying patiently in the background I have the beginnings of my first novel floating about my hard drive. It is content to amble around aimlessly, waiting for some honest attention, or at least a late night burst of creativity to add to it's girth. In the meantime, my pen skitters frantically across the page seeking an end to whatever contracted piece I might then be working on. In the midst of the creative genius taking place today, I also took some extra time to wash all the baby clothes. Doing something so obviously effeminate and nuturing turned my already hormonally overdosed insides to mush. Yes, I will be one of THOSE kind of mothers, the kind who believes you cannot spoil a child enough in the first year, and the same kind that changes diapers with a smile, no matter the horrific contents. It's almost a shame I'll also be the kind that curses a blue streak throughout the labor process. Almost.