On Monday's and Thursday's my in-laws come by to help watch Maia while I write. A really great deal, but one prone to more interruptions and chaos than the other days of the week, during which Maia is either at daycare or pre-school.
No exception today, except: I now have a secret weapon in the war for solitude: Photo Booth. I've just switched back to Mac after a ten years' absence (because, you know: it took me that long to recover from the horror that was System 7.5 and the MacBook Pro is just too sexy). Now, all my Mac addict pals are bombarding me with tips and tricks and taunts. One recent one was: "Never underestimate the toddler distraction power of Photo Booth and its effects library."
Now, there's no way in hell I'm going to plunk down my laptop on the kitchen table and let Maia play with it while I make dinner, but when I heard her little footsteps coming down the stairs to my basement library, I thought: "Photo Booth!"
"Papa, I want to write a book with you!" she said as her head popped around the corner.
"OK, but it can we make a picture book?"
"Yeah! A picture book!"
A dozen pictures and a few drags and drops into an e-mail for mama and, voila: Maia's daily writing urges are fulfilled and she more-than-happily hiked back up the stairs to play.