Yikes, another week already?
So I’m still figuring out how to be as a writer. It’s funny how I have no boss, no deadlines, no office, no coworkers, and definitely no paycheck—yet I feel like I am working. It’s all-consuming, even though for all my writing and editing, meeting and critiquing, researching and querying, I feel like I don’t have anything to show for it at the end of the day. I mean, there’s a word count and sometimes there is a new picture book to read my boys, but nothing that feels real. And even though I have no actual schedule–I’m still technically a SAHM—I groan when I realize I need to buy the boys flip-flops before we leave for vacation. But when? I don’t have any time in my schedule! It’s ridiculous, because I have no schedule. No one is expecting anything out of me.
Oh, except Myself. I have never worked for a more ruthless, no-nonsense, no-fun boss before. In fact, Myself is making judgy glances at the screen right now, wondering why I’m blogging instead of editing that picture book I wrote yesterday. I kind of wish I could change companies, but looks like I’m stuck with this one. For life.
Well, there’s always medication, right?
Anyway, now for a little levity, a la Leo. Here are some of my faves he’s brought home from kindergarten lately:
He wrote about a playdate where they got hungry and apparently got into the rum. “yum rum!” Well, at least that explains the speech bubbles.
Leo’s rosy look into the future: “When I am 100 years old, I will be wrinkly and blond. I will feel sick. I will be a teacher.” He forgot to mention he will also look like the black Orville Redenbacher, but I guess that’s implied.
And this one’s just sweet, from the 100th day of school.
Some days, I feel like I could do with 100 love.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Black bean chicken quesadillas with pico de gallo
Rice
Veggies
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