This is one week late, but I’m just surfacing from the mind masher that is revisions. (There’s something cathartic about thinking that hard, but it’s also probably good — at least for my family — that I come up for air.)
Anyway, amid all the deep thinking that went on last week was the signing of THE CONTRACT!*
* A very important document that makes it legally difficult for Tricia to run away screaming when I pitch her my next manuscript idea: Swamp Chickens That Are Secretly Pulling the Strings of the Global Economy.
You might wonder: why is your toddler there, too? Well, as any stay-at-home-mama/writer can tell you, every single word written is connected to your child: their sleep schedule, their love for the PBS show, Sid the Science Kid, their ability to quietly open both the flour and sugar canisters in the kitchen and amuse themselves for hours…
So, really this was like a team effort.
Also, he’s always there.*
*which is fine because, if you haven’t noticed, he’s super cute.
It all adds up to a big WAHOOOOO!!!