“It’s on the music…the music…” I can’t quite think of the word for what Mister’s noisy toy is doing.
“Medley? Setting?” Husband offers.
“Yes, setting. There’s the word. Why couldn’t I think of the word?”
I know why. The parts of my mommy brain that aren’t mush are full of kid song lyrics and memorized board books. While this is super helpful for keeping Mister entertained in line or distracted at the doctor, it doesn’t help my writing.
If you could spring clean your brain to make room for your writing, what would you purge?