"little time for writing"

We're packing, and Keith keeps trying to pack away a certain book that I'd meant to quote here, and I keep putting it back on the desk by the computer, and so I'd better share it so he can clear off the desk and close up the box that it goes in. Packing progress is slow going and so I'd better not delay it longer!

I read Stepping Heavenward by Elizabeth Prentiss last month and this little bit made me laugh. (Also making me laugh is Ezekiel shoving the book off my lap while I try to type this.)

"I have so much to do that I have little time for writing. The way the children wear out their shoes and stockings, the speed with which their hair grows, the way they bump their heads and pinch their fingers, and the insatiable demand for stories, is something next to miraculous. Not a day passes that somebody doesn't need something bought; that somebody else doesn't choke itself, and that I don't have to tell stories till I feel my intellect reduced to the size of a pea. If ever I was alive and wide awake, however, it is just now, and in spite of some vague shadows of, I don't know what, I am very happy indeed."

-- from Stepping Heavenward