Bootstrap is born

      Another addition has arrived to the Nevarez family and will join Ashley (my wife) and I, along with Midna and Muta (our kittens), tomorrow afternoon in our humble home. He's quiet, gentle and has so far captured the hearts of everyone he's met. His name is William Morgan Thomas Nevarez and was born April 26th at 10:29pm. He weighed 8 lbs 3 oz and measured in at 22 inches.

William (Bootstrap) Nevarez

      He's a beautiful addition to our little family and has already commanded the attention of most extended family quite a few friends. He'll fit in perfectly. If you'd like to see more pics, check out my Facebook here.

      It was really something spectacular, his being born. Due to certain unforeseeable circumstances my wife had to have a cesarean section (c-section) and accompanied her to the O.R. I have to confess that I stayed up by her head, holding her hand, and didn't venture further south. Though I did sneak a couple peaks around the curtain. Lots of blood and other things are what assaulted my eyes, and though I didn't get woozy, it was probably safer that I stayed behind the curtain. I know my wife appreciated it.

     I didn't see much of him initially, there were about nine people involved, eleven counting my wife and I, and bodies just seemed to get in the way as they went about doing what they do in order to ensure baby is healthy and stays healthy. When they were finished however, he was handed to me. There was an instant of uncertainty and very real fear as the doctor (or nurse or whoever) placed him in my arms, but as I looked down at his little face any doubts I may have had vanished. My fears were replaced with a warmth and a sudden understanding of what being a parent is about, though it may be daunting, it is a very real honor and privilege.

      Over the past few days I've spent in the hospital with Ashley and William I've been astounded by how much love such a tiny little person can inspire not only in family and friends but strangers as well. I look forward to the adventures that lay ahead, and though uncertain, I meet them head on with both my wife and son beside me.

Any parents out there that have any advice for a new father?

Same ol' story

  Its been awhile since my last post (as usual) and once again I'm hoping to have a readily accessible internet source aside from my phone (it will happen eventually if I keep hoping, right?)
  I've been on a downhill slope lately as far as my writing goes, I got into it for a few days, the ideas and words just seemed to spill out my brain and down my arm to my fingers and then finally to my pen, pages of chicken scratch filled and a feeling of accomplishment began to build and then it kinda wilted away.
  I could say that I've been busy, that I've been distracted by things like work, family and a baby boy who refuses to join said family out in the real world (though I can hardly blame him, it's probably warm and comfy in there) I could say that I've had writers block or that once again mutant zombie rodents have tried to attack my humble abode and all of those things would be true (except the ones which aren't [oh, and that they weren't rodents this time])
  Mostly, however, I'm just lazy, a habitual procrastinator and really good at making excuses as to why I can't do it now and why it's better to do it later. These things tend to get in the way and the more I do them the easier it is to do them again, kind of like how it gets easier and easier to do things we believe are wrong once we start down that road. Same principle, though not quite the same moral issue.
  My wife is busy catching up with and old friend who came to visit and I suddenly found myself alone, finishing another book (and feeling guilty about not finishing my own.) So I'm here, writing this now, so I don't feel as guilty about it (at least I'm writing, right.) The basic idea behind starting this blog was to keep writing, even if I wasn't working on a current story or novel, and to write about writing. So I'm doing it, working up the nerve to ask my story back out onto the proverbial dance floor.
  I have goals, dreams and aspirations. Things I'd like to see form into a type of reality. It's going to take some changes in my daily ritual to make these things happen and I imagine that my soon to be new born son will steal many an hour of potential writing time, but I will write when I can and blog when I can and continue to strive for more regular posts.
  What are some of the things that interfere with your own writing (novel, short story, blog or otherwise), or dreams and hobbies, and how do you deal with them? When do you find time to do what you love.