Cares:
My baby boy is one today. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking how this time last year I was in school, having contractions. Hubby came home at 5 pm, we got to the hospital at 6 pm. Brogan entered the world at 8:23 pm. All we knew about him was that he was a healthy baby boy, 18.5 inches long at 6 lb, 12 oz. He was a stranger, straight from my womb. Now, 365 days later, this little guy owns my heart. With his goofy, dimpled smile. The way he laughs through his teeth when I tickle his belly. The daredevil look in his eye when he finds something to climb. The soft warmness of his palm when his hand brushes over mine. The way he blows bubbles in his food, or lays his head on my shoulder. I knew none of these things one year ago. And yet they define my world today. Happy birthday to my one year old!
In the spirit of Follow Friday, I wish I could recommend everybody’s blog. There are so many great ones. However, since I can’t link to everybody’s blog, I pick Gwen Stewart, Singer Scribe. She’s so honest about the joys and challenges of writing and has a way with words. Plus, she’s a working mom like myself. Not just any working mom, either. But a teacher! Gotta love those teachers.
Concerns:
It’s been raining for two days straight here in Iowa. Boo!
I’m feeling a bit angsty. I always get this way when I start writing the rough draft of a new story. It’s hard to let go of the old one and really immerse myself in the new. And plus, I tend to glorify memories. Does anybody else do this? Does anybody else remember things as better than what they actually were? I remember all the good and forget the bad. So when I “remember” writing my previous book, I remember how awesome it was to write it, and forget all the struggles. So, logically, when I pass through current struggles, I freak out. My mind thinks things like, “Writing was NOT this hard last time.” Really, it was, I just conveniently forgot.
Celebrations:
I’ve established a routine I’m very happy with, and it includes exercise (something I’ve had very little of lately). It’s working for me at the moment.
I sent a query to one of my dream agents on Sunday (when I think of my dream agent, three people come to mind) and she requested a proposal on Monday. No guarantees, of course, but still encouraging! Her email was so personable. I really like her style.
Question to Ponder: What are your cares, concerns, and celebrations this rainy Friday morning?
Thanks for all the comments in my previous post! I’m glad you got a kick out of my students’ imaginative story. We’re currently writing the rough draft together. It’s a doozie!