Here’s why a girl doesn’t blog for nearly a week:
She has a birthday. She spends this birthday doing really fun things. She finds herself inundated by happy b-day messages here, there, everywhere and SHE LOVES IT. (Fear not. I am done referring to myself in the third person. This causes instant distress in all my Kids. The 3rd person, not the stopping.)
Writing group happens. Oh, writing group, I love thee. See, sometimes we redefine ourselves as “eating/cooking/moaning at the goodness of it all” group. But other times we WORK. And work is good, remember that? And I have some great direction for revisions.
There’s also the new gig: I get to be a Private Tutor. This is second only to my lifelong goal to be a Tudor. Okay, that is a total lie. I’ve never really wanted to be a Tudor. Just to dress like one. (Tights and Wimples, rah!) I am teaching writing to the two loveliest young men, as part of their homeschooling. And people, let me tell you this: It is Fun. We write. We talk. We eat an apple. We write some more. We read. We write. We laugh. We write again. I know, right? Am I the luckiest? Yes. Yes I am.
Familyness happens. And that is good. I like my family a great deal. They are lovely. And funny. And usually very nice to each other. And — did I mention — I like them? Well, I do.
And then there’s the revision. It’s going to be a big one. That may take forever. But that’s okay. I have as long as I need.
I can do what I need to do to make it what it needs to be. <— Did that sound like song lyrics to you? Well, maybe it should be.
Meeting with friends. Eating soup. Playing. Teaching. Presentations in classrooms. Making maps of the United States (okay, only one). Planning stuff. Visiting the sick and afflicted. Exercising with the company of the 2010 BBC Sense and Sensibility (for which Edward deserves his own post). Slogging through a novel that I should just put down already, as my TBR pile grows. Laundry. Soccer games. Cooking. Cross-country meets. Dishes. Watching leaves change (that happens early up here in the mountaintops, but it sure is lovely — come and see). Talking to my parents on the phone (which I love to pieces, but is also an adventure — repeat after me “speakerphone is an invention of the Devil himself”). Watching Kid 1 get asked to Homecoming (also deserves its own post). See? These are the things that keep us from the computer, right? The things that are life. And I’m liking these things.
***And now, I really must clean out a goldfish bowl. Yes, they’re still alive. Yes, this is 7.5 weeks. Yes, they’re growing on me. ***
(6) Comments for this blog
Life. What are you gonna do? My daughter did a lot of tutoring last year and loved it. I would KILL to have you in my home regularly, just spreading all that wonderful mojo around. See you Thursday!!
Life. What are you gonna do? My daughter did a lot of tutoring last year and loved it. I would KILL to have you in my home regularly, just spreading all that wonderful mojo around. See you Thursday!!
Ooh, I kind of want to tutor now.
Hm.
No, I don’t. I want to curl up and watch hours of Food Network. That’s not the same thing at all.
Ooh, I kind of want to tutor now.
Hm.
No, I don’t. I want to curl up and watch hours of Food Network. That’s not the same thing at all.
You would make a great Tudor! But I am sure your other tutoring will hit the spot and you will make a real difference. Good for you!
Looking forward to seeing you soon!
You would make a great Tudor! But I am sure your other tutoring will hit the spot and you will make a real difference. Good for you!
Looking forward to seeing you soon!