1. Write. Yeah, nothing. 2. Publicly mock. I threatened to, but it never happened. (As in, Dear Beginning Drama Classes, When you read your parts in these plays, don’t be lame. If you are lame, we will publicly mock you.) 3. Totally humiliate my Kid 1. Oh, wait. Yes. I did. Over and over, apparently....
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Category Archives: Christmas We’re in it deep here, friends. The Christmas cheer, I mean. An overload of presents, treats, menu plans, and giddiness. Yesterday was the Kids’ first day off school, and we spent it all together. Library, grocery store, bank [1], baking, eating dinner, Sleepless in Seattle, Chex mix… it doesn’t get a whole lot better than... Remember how I love the fact that I’m a stay-home kind of Mom? And that I have all manner of time to do whatever I feel like doing, such as baking things, and writing things, and planning things, and wrapping things, and writing some more things, and reading things, and napping and stuff? Remember? I... I’m not actually singing. But I am at a little Messiah Sing-in where Kid 2 is rocking the first violin. And I’m totally paying attention. I am. As much as I possibly can. I was supposed to be singing, too — just in the choir, but I woke up grumpy this morning. So I bailed.... … And it’s a balmy Seven Degrees here in the Frozen Mountaintops. Frozen nose and fingers. From taking the garbage to the curb. It’s not that far away. … Started reading the first Stephen King book (fiction, that is – I read ON WRITING and was thrilled) in more than twenty years this weekend. It’s... Researching (agents and editors. again. forever.) Reading (chaim potok. oh,chaim. i lurrrrve you so.) Walking (kids to bus stops, around blocks, around lakes, around neighborhoods, around farms.) Eating (mostly plants up till dinner time. need to find me a butter plant. coconut oil may replace butter. or not.) Setting Aside (the zero-draft manuscript [fifth gift]... I think I like it better that way. “Merry” isn’t a word I’d (ever) use in a conversation (and that’s just too bad, isn’t it?). But Happy happens all the time. All the time. And so, I say Happy to you. Happy anticipation. Happy celebration. Happy gathering. Happy family time. Happy food. Happy reminiscing. Happy... I have a small amount of inexplicable guilt that today’s post has nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with Christmas, and nothing even to do with Kid 4, who turns 7 tomorrow (I know – we’re giddy with anticipation, too). It’s just that I heard a song on the radio this morning,... |