With only fifty days before my first draft deadline of WIP #1, I am, nah-yah, somewhat "stressed" when it comes to writing.
So, in order to combat the claustrophobic lack of time I feel surrounding my remaining seven wrinkly braincells, I took a day off.
As you do.
A complete not-a-single-WIP-word, Thursday off.
I wasn't a Writer.
I wasn't a Researcher.
I wasn't a Stats-Checker.
I was, however, a baseball coach.
A terrifically bad baseball coach.
But I was a coach...
...to poor No. 1 Son, who is by default my guinea-pig experiment into being a Parent Coach.
His first ever T-ball "game" is soon.
I'm excited that he's excited.
Maybe I'll write about it.
Maybe I shouldn't...
But, I'll definitely coach it.
Because.... I've signed up...
(thrusts chest out, while sucking in former six-pack, turned current keg :)
...to be an "assistant coach" with a vivid imagination.
The Coaches schedule is coming through on the email...
Let me see.... the responsibilities of the assistant coach are...
(I'll be the bench coach and the hitting coach... ohhh, will I get a stopwatch?)
The email opens with nary a click.
The search is on. What does the assistant coach do?
THE LINK is found... I read...
"The assistant coach is responsible to organize snacks, picture day and general team logistics."
Did Joe Torre, Yogi Berra or Mike Scioscia ever organize snacks, picture day and general team logistics.
I have no idea, but when I see my beautiful boy step up to the plate for the first time, I will gladly slice oranges and be Gen. Logistics until the Cubbies win the World Series :)
Have a HAPPY Friday everyone, and remember...
"Let's Play Ballllll !!!"