It’s July, and of course this means that all of my children are home with me every day due to summer break from school. I actually love summer. I really do. I’m a Native Texan, and I’m accustomed to the heat (it’s crazy but I honestly prefer our hot summers to winter, any day) and I also really enjoy the quality time with my kids. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it isn’t all rainbows and butterflies, of course. My kids do their fair share (and then some) of fighting, whining and pressing on my nerves. BUT there are times that feel like pure magic, too. Like when they all line up at the pool and jump in together, laughing after coming up from the water. Or when I watch them all play duck-duck-goose on the trampoline. Or when I hear them telling jokes to one another, and hear the belly laughs that come with each (the boys are always joking about poop. And more poop. These jokes never get old to them.) So. How do I fit my writing life into this busy summer life with my kid
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.