Writing can be like peeling an onion: there are always more layers, new things to learn. And sometimes you just want to cry.
Dream Big
After seeing a letter to my 6 year-old from someone named “Eddie”:
“Who’s Eddie?”
“A silly boy in my class.”
“What’s he like?”
“He wants to be a clown when he grows up. And Sarah wants to be a State Fair owner. She’s going to have Eddie come and be a clown at her State Fair.”
Word Play
Today after karate class the girls and I were eating dinner at a greasy spoon, waiting for our grub, and talking about imaginary karate techniques. It went something like this:
“I’m training for my rainbow belt.”
“Well I’m training for my one thousand black belt.”
“The rainbow belt is after that. Duuuuh!”
“It is not.”
“Is too.”
“Then I’m training for [...]
And Now, For Something Completely Different
We went camping this weekend, 7 (or was it 8?) families at a beautiful lake in west Texas. I was stressing about losing the weekend, which is usually prime writing time, to the fun but mindless task of packing, driving, unpacking, cooking, herding kids, organizing hikes, etc. and worried that it would eat into my [...]