Mea Culpa

First of all, I apologize. Today’s post is going to be late. I have no excuses, but I do have a couple of reasons. This week, you see, has been personally momentous in a way heretofore yet unexperienced in my life. Working Title Pascoe is breathing air. The young master seems inordinately healthy, actually. Mellow, even, though I’m mostly waiting for him to tap into his inner fiend and discover the joys of inopportune timing. Mrs. Dave is doing well, though we both seem to be a little short on rest, at the moment. For some reason.
As to today’s post, I am working on a thing, and that thing will be up later. I need to do some things to maintain sanity this morning, and then WT has an appointment with a pediatrician. I’d have thought they got enough information from him during the torture sessions at the hospital. The young man is chatty enough. We shall see what further secrets he has to divulge.


  1. Unless, of course, I’ve miscounted and this is actually someone else’s day. In which case, I plead the above. Again.

  2. Oh, they didn’t warn you about six weeks (if you’re lucky) of sleep deprivation? S’OK. Those of us who have been there and done that don’t really expect extreme coherency.

    1. Six weeks? That’ll put us right at LibertyCon. Mrs. Dave and I joked that it will likely be the most sleep that we’ll have gotten since before his birth.

  3. Congrats on the newest member of the family and learn to power nap. Whenever the young master is asleep, you and your wife sleep. Oh, and once he becomes ambulatory, silence is not necessarily your friend 😉

    1. I’m far better at enforcing his and her naptime than I am mine. I need to get stuff done that requires both hands. We’ll see how that works out.

    1. Proto-minion, really. I’m calling him my Social Experiment. Kind of a “train him well and release him upon the world!” sort of thing. We’ll see who trains whom.

  4. I never noticed inopportune timing with mine. I always expected them to do or need something at completely random times, and I got to the point where i could tell when I could ignore them for a little while.

    1. I really hate re-inventing the wheel, but it’s always struck me that parenthood is unavoidably that, at least in certain ways. Learning each individual spawnling’s cues. Learning what the cries mean. Right now, I’m pretty sure he’s got “hungry” (though we’re pretty sure he doesn’t actually know what that is), and “change me.” There’ll be at least two of us all the time, for a couple of months, so nobody’s bearing the whole burden. Until Mrs. Dave goes back to work.

  5. Congratulations to you and the missus!

    We shall expect incoherency, random tendencies to show off pictures of Working Title’s front cover to anyone who might possibly have an interest (or be breathing), and naps at any opportunity. Even in the middle of comments.

    1. Thank you! Mrs. Dave is so much more awesome that I’d thought, and I already had a pretty high opinion of her. The incoherency hopefully shouldn’t be too much more than normal. My concern is that my connections won’t make sense to anybody but me. *shrug* Upside of that is it should generate interesting conversations. We’ll have lots of pictures. The trouble is with our military backgrounds, infosec and paranoia is second nature now, so who knows what we’ll allow out into the wild. There’ll be plenty of WT at LC, though.

    1. Oh, yeah. Hence the tardiness of today’s post. I think I remembered my responsibility sometime late last night. Perhaps as I was falling asleep. Final thought was something along the lines of, “I sure hope I get to that.”

    1. Thank you! It’s astonishing how your world lurches when you see your child for the first time. Joy, terror, determination. All of these and more.

  6. Awesome. Congratulations Dave. Little WT is going to be the best thing that ever happened to you. There is no feeling on Earth like having your first kid. Now go get some sleep, Dad.

    1. Thank you. I’m fairly well stunned. Fortunately, Mrs. Dave and WT both seem to know how this whole thing works. Sufficient to get along. For now, at least. Sleep? Yeah. Sleep. That’s a good idea. Have to do something about that.

  7. No need to apologize. A baby is kind of important! 🙂

    Congrats, and all the joy of fatherhood to you.

    1. Thank you! He is kind of important. Weirdly so, to my usual experience. I’m more or less reminded of the difference between joy and happiness. More or less constantly.

  8. Oh my gosh, Congratulations! I remember that time and being so tired that I thought that if I could just stay in bed and not move for a week I’d even be willing to have my diaper changed just so I didn’t have to move for a week. (Only a week, though, after that I figured the indignity would start to bother me.) I remember being so tired when I had a newborn and a toddler that I didn’t dare sit down, so I stayed standing just to stay awake.

    One foot in front of the other gets her done.

    Oh… just in case this is your first Working Title, if I had one and only one bit of advice to give… if WT goes through a “cry all the time won’t go to sleep” stage… just remember that crying to sleep while you rock or hold him and him waking up when you lay him down means he cries to sleep multiple times instead of once. Once is better.

    Good luck, and have fun!

    1. Yes! Thank you. WT is our first, and so far he’s a fairly mellow little dude. And Grammy is here helping out. I expect he’ll become distinctly less polite about the time he starts teething. That’s been quite the thing for … well, pretty much all the parents I know. I wish I had a sleep battery.

  9. I have an article request for the contributors-at-large for whenever.

    How do you decide which project to work on? I understand the concept of “pick one and finish it” (some writers successfully rotate between stories- I’ve tried that and it doesn’t work), but how do you decide in a way that feels confident that you’ve prioritized and ordered your projects logically and that continues to feel like a solid plan? Or maybe being wishy-washy is just a personal failing… but it’s sort of heavy on the “failing” part and needs to get past.

    1. I imagine this could be arranged. I posit that not only will this change from person to person, but drastically between indie, tradpub and hybrid, too.

  10. Congratulations on the first printing of Working Title!

    Condolences on the loss of sleep, sanity, spare time (spare? hah!), and suchlike.

    Much luck to you, the Missus, the Wee Tyke, and all associated minions and allied factions. Take your time. No, seriously, take it before it gets gone- because if you just leave time laying out on the kitchen table, like as not, some miscreant will snatch it away and leave you wondering where your time went. *grin*

    1. Thank you! The sleep I’d written off (I find that helps. Also, remembering boot camp.) The sanity was always questionable. The spare time was ill-gotten and ill-spent, anyway. And tempus fuggit, and that’s about all I’m willing to say on that matter. 😀

    1. Thank you! He likes those, and it’s the first time in months she and I have been able to hug without him getting in the way.

  11. Hey Dave, maybe in a few weeks you can do a post on “Children’s Books: the Good, the Bad, and the Chewable.” 🙂

    1. Gah. Children’s books. We were given one that’s mostly cloth, but has a multi-surfaced hard plastic bit in one corner of the cover. I’m just dreading getting the lower surfaces infant-resistance. So many hardcovers to move. *sigh*

      1. Through the haze of time I seem to recall that The Daughter had a particular foundness for Sandra Boynton board books. While she may have nibbled on a few, she went to town on Moo, Baa, La, La, La, finally stopping when she reached her third copy.

  12. Great welcome to Working Title! Have you chosen his “official title” and are you “giving it out”? [Smile]

    1. Not on Teh Interwebz, as that is forever. Mrs. Dave and I learned a certain amount of institutional paranoia on active duty, and The Plan is to refer to my family by noms-de-guerre. Each will end up with a pseudonym, so I can refer to them and their lives without them being indelibly linked to what I’ve done. When they achieve majority (or at least a certain amount of personal responsibility) they can choose whether to out themselves as themselves. Could be fun. I have friends who are reasonably public in their professional personae who have done more or less the same thing.

      1. Understood and don’t blame you. [Smile]

        Oh, bad joke on my part. You’re “Kilted Dave” so I’m thinking WT could be “Diapered firstname”. [Evil Grin]

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