I woke with the sun today. Not because of the glaring light pouring through my bedroom windows or the evil woodpecker who has taken up residence in the gutter on outside my room, but rather because my older children were remiss in taking the dog out last night. He was howling from his crate and oh so relieved to see me dragging my ass down the stairs.
It was quiet (still is . . . it's barely 5am). With a cup of coffee in hand, I opened up an old YA contemporary of mine. The first manuscripts I was proud to put my name to, it quickly reminded me why I write in the first place. I still love it, am still amazed I strung those sentence together and wove those thread. So thanks old friend for reminding me that there is more than one trick in this old, worn down bag of mine. I am going to make you as pretty as you make me feel and ship you off to Ginger. Hope she loves you just as much as me.