I sit in my hammock swing basking in morning sunshine, while Calcifer waits for me to tell him stories. I know he’s not really waiting, he’s a laptop, but in the animated picture I put on as a desktop background he looks at me with big smiling eyes. I tell myself that he’s waiting for the stories I promised to write. He’s been waiting a lot lately as my life completely filled with coin shipping and end of school. Before that it filled with last minute school projects, school performances, and some heavy duty parenting. Before that…I don’t even remember, except that there was something before. It has been months since I’ve sat down regularly to write. Even today in my hammock swing when I want to unfurl writing thoughts, when I want to muse upon plot and character, another part of my brain is pounding out a list of things to get done today. They are important things, urgent things. If I fail to do them I will be letting people down. But soon, very soon, I will make the people wait so that I can tell stories to Calcifer.