Hey y'all.
I am emerging from the writing cave! It is bright out here.
Here's what's been going on since we last talked.
1. Um... I've been writing.
And I have to say the sequel to EVERNEATH is coming along. Which is good because it's due tomorrow.
2. EVERNEATH comes out in four months. FOUR MONTHS! And three days. THREE DAYS!
And if you're like me, and you have trouble counting backward from the higher numbers like 8, I have the perfect thing for you.
Presenting... the EVERNEATH countdown widget! I shall call him Widgy, and we shall play and play.
Would you like Widgy for your own blog sidebar? Then you are in luck. All you have to do is press on the doohickee at the bottom of Widgy and then there will be some sort of html code-a-ma-thingee that you can add to your blog.
Sorry for all the technical terms. Many thanks to Katie Wood Ruffin who was kind enough to make Widgy.
3. I sent my youngest, kid B off to Kindergarten.
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| Could he possibly look any smaller? |
I always make fun of those moms who shed a tear when their kids make it to kindergarten. Monday was no exception. I had the best insults at the ready.
But my censure of those moms was muffled by the snot draining from my nose and the waterworks running from my eyes.
All my excellent jabs toward them were interrupted by sniffles, and the delivery was stifled, and eventually those other wimpy moms just walked away, and I ran after them, blowing my nose on my shirt and slipping on my own tears, because they had to know that this was supposed to be a day of celebration, and they were being ridiculous.
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| My kindergartener. |
The final blow was when Kid B, who has a difficult time talking, looked at me as I was leaving, and said, "I go home now?"
And I said, "No. You get to stay and have fun."
And he looked all around the classroom - so unsure of everything going on - and then back at me and said, "No, I go home now."
So I ripped open my chest and handed him my beating heart, and told him to hold on to it until we were together again.
He ended up having a great day. And they only lost him once. Yeah, true story. It's awesome when other moms in the neighborhood tell you, "Hey! My kid said they lost kid B!" And you're the last to know...
