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I didn’t write my words yet this morning. I did get in 80% of my situps, so there’s something to feel good about. But the rest of the day is about doing stuff for other people. I hope I’ll get to the writing part at some point. Hey – if I keep going here, does

I haven’t posted for a few days because I’ve been outside loving the spring. It’s on hold right now, though, so I can sit here and watch the snow out the window. I’m working on a story that’s turning out very differently than I’d thought it would. First drafts are pretty fascinating, aren’t they? Here

Its coming. I can feel it. The frost is still shining on everything, at least until the sun hits it, but then – yeah! warm is coming. Sun is coming. Even a little sunburn is coming. We’re scootering and biking and walking and raking and standing without shivering and loving it! Hooray for you, Spring.

Yeah, I know. Nobody cares. And although I know it’s true, I still need to write them down. And it’s best to do that somewhere pretty public, where people may know if I succeed and will surely know if I fail. Here they are: 100 sit-ups every day (I go 40/40/20, because I certainly can’t

* Sleeping. Okay, that’s not quite what I mean, because I’m getting really good at falling asleep before 9:30. But the staying asleep until a decent hour is not happening. This morning? 3:03. So I’ve written my 1000 words (or very nearly 1000 words) and read my email and finished my first 3 glasses of

I’m starting to take just a little responsibility for my kids’ music lessons. Kate’s been taking violin lessons for over four years (three of them with wrong teachers) and I’m just beginning to sit down with her to count out her measures. And to do note reading theory with Ellie and Matthew. Some part of

A thing I do not feel guilty about: I just fed two hungry 5-year-old boys a toasted bagel and orange slices while I snuck around nibbling really good salami slices and Brie cheese. A thing I do feel guilty about: My friend came over and got a book, and she was so kind, giving me

Okay, I’m not obsessed. Im no kind of stalker. I’m maybe not even what you’d call a fan. But I’ve been thinking about Mr. Christian Bale this morning. Hm. Happy thoughts.  (*Disclaimer – I don’t know this man. I don’t think we’re friends. I haven’t seen all his movies. I don’t know his wife’s name,