I’d blog about the three days I spent at a writing conference.
I’d blog about how the agents I met with pleaded with me to finish my novel so I can send it to them.
I’d blog about how overwhelmed and full of doubt I felt after the elation wore off.
I’d blog about how I cried and cried when the boys went back to school and friends, family, and my therapist propped me back up and got me back out there again.
I’d blog about how my only writing goal this year is to learn to be happy and also be a writer.
I’d blog about my newest picture book, “Literally,” and how I turn a whole class of students into bananas.
I’d blog about chicken and dumplings, ginger carrot soup, peanut butter chip brownies, tomatillo salsa, chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and loaf after loaf of homemade bread.
I’d blog about the hours of my day I scrap together to read beautiful books and how lovely it is that reading is a part of being a writer.
Yes, if I had the energy, I’d probably find a funny way write about all this and then tie it together with a montage of embarrassing photos of the boys.
But I don’t. It’s been an emotionally draining beginning to the year, but as of last week, I have met my goal every day: to be happy and to also be a writer.
And I’m totally good with that.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Chicken and dumplings
Lemon garlic broccoli
Peanut butter chip brownies