May 26, 2008 | about me
I did an interview recently, over the phone whilst at the park with the Fecklet. I answered questions whilst pulling him out of flower beds, preventing him from launching himself into the scummy fountain, confiscating his collection of cigarette butts, etc.
“What are your hobbies?” the interviewer asked.
I laughed aloud. “Hobbies? I have a seventeen-month-old son, a husband who’s on tour most of the year, and I write two 90,000-word books a year. I don’t have time for any hobbies.”
“Yes, but what do you do in your spare time?” she persisted.
“What’s spare time?” I asked, snagging the Fecklet before he plunged headfirst into a rosebush.
However, for the past few days I have been experiencing this odd “spare time” phenomenon. No phone call from agent means I don’t have to do any work. I actually read the Sunday paper yesterday. Bliss!
And I took the Fecklet to one of his father’s gigs, where he got to play the drums, strum the bass and sing in the microphone!
MichelleStyles says:
Hooray that you and the Fecklet got to go to a gig. I bet he had a lot of fun!