"My shirt is soaked with my son's tears..."

And other fatherly moments

I Am Humbled.

I really did feel like I could do it, like I could finish this novel in the hidden corners of free time between working, fathering, and husbanding (not to be confused with husbandry-ing). But the shift work, the time-zone hopping, and the un-sleeping child left no corners to hide in. There was no time but futile, minutes-long attempts to wr…