![](http://<a href="http://cherishbound.com/blog/storyathome/"><img src="http://cherishbound.com/blog/wp-content/themes/cherishbound/images/attendbutton.png" title="I’m Attending"/></a>)
What? A week? It’s been a week since my Last Brilliant Post? How does such a thing happen? I’ll tell you how it happens. You just go ahead and live a little of your life and your blogging time diminishes to a little sparkly crystal of preciousness which you hold near your heart and stare...
Becca Wilhite » Blog
- Categories
- animals
- anxiety
- awards
- Belle's Bookshelf
- body image
- books
- bookstores
- character
- Christmas
- collaboration
- cuteness
- Dads
- debts to the Universe
- dumb things I do
- emotion
- events
- excerpt
- exerpt
- family
- familyness
- Fifth Gift
- food
- giving
- goals
- gratitude
- happiness
- help
- history
- interviews
- irony
- kids
- libraries
- lists
- losing it
- metaphors
- Mom
- motivation
- musings
- NaNoWriMo
- priorities
- publishing
- rambles
- recommendation
- research
- reviews
- RRO
- school
- silliness
- singing
- spring is coming
- Uncategorized
- visiting
- Where do I live?
- word count
- working out
- writing
- writing process
- Sightings
-
Subscribe
|
Category Archives: anxietyGuys, it lasted a long time. Way, way longer than I’d have thought. But it’s come to a halt, suddenly… We’re a One Goldfish Family. Do you not know this story? Maybe you should head over here to read all about it. (Minion is still going strong, and there’s a strangely gleeful flip to his... Kid 1 got asked to Homecoming. (Yay! Homecoming!) And the boy is a cute friend, and he asked in a cute way [1]. And she’s so glad. Then she figured out a cute way to answer him [2]. And she’s so glad. And at the precise moment that she was answering this boy (who does...  If you’re new here, you might need to take a second to discover how I feel about animals. Or just take my word for it: I don’t need anything else hairy, smelly, or germy inside my home. But you know, sometimes things just happen. The boy wanted a turtle, and his sister bought him one... You know that thing, that thing where you are going to wake up and get stuff accomplished, and you crack your eyes open and see that day is about to start, and you roll over and promptly begin dreaming that you’re busting out all the things you need to do? And that they’re going so... I know it’s important. No story can move without it. And I’m learning how to write it. I am. But the thing is, it gets tricky sometimes. Like this time. When the horrible consequence I wrote for my character to experience shows up in the nightmares of my baby. I did NOT read my words...  See how I despaired? See how I abandoned all hope? See how I knew, I just KNEW that Mama was stuck in the den under the shed with babies all attached and needy, and I gave up the thoughts of catching anything? That, apparently, is what they call the darkness before the dawn. This morning,... Remember the moment you realized that your life would never be the same? Was it when you graduated from High School, or college, and realized that you had to be the grown up? Was it when you got married? Had a baby? Signed a mortgage document? Mine was the moment I realized that I’d been... |