Hundredfold Blessings
Throw the confetti, sound the trumpets, and cue the parade
(you can hold the clowns though) this post is officially my 100th
blog entry.
I wondered
what I should write for my 100th post? Should I wax poetic about my fiancé;
my children; the support I get from the wonderful group of writers I interact
with daily; my current work in progress; or the book currently available; the
quagmire that is social media or my seemingly stalled attempts at
self-promotion? Then I realized, well, I’ve done all that already. Shit.
What’s going
on with me you may ask? Even if you didn’t – I’m going to tell you anyway.
My nine year
old got braces (1st set, she’ll likely do this again when she’s
older and the rest of her adult teeth have come in) and made her First
Communion. It’s been a big spring for her. I’m so very proud. And I only want
to kill her half time. She’s got early onset tween-a-tude.
The oldest
turned twenty (kill me, kill me now); she has a good job and is a good mother. Isn’t
much more a parent could ask for, now is there? My grandson is the light of my
darkest day. He’s a character and a half. I see so much of my daughter in his
personality and yet he is his own little person already at just 13 months.
My four year
old soon-to-be stepdaughter’s biggest concern right now is preparing for my
wedding. We haven’t even picked a date but she continually presents me with
plastic jewelry to wear on the big day. She’s the ring-bearer and she’s taking
that quite seriously.
The man is
my rock.
I’m trying
to finish a young adult short story for an anthology that is due by the end of
this month. It is such a departure from what I usually write that I am
struggling with it. I have a number of events coming up in June to celebrate my
publisher’s anniversary.
Obviously, I
define my life by my family and my writing. Which I guess would explain the
mother’s day gift I received: an open face locket with the word DREAM inscribed
on the back wall and the following charms inside a book, a B and a heart that
says grandma.
I’m busy. In
love, in life and in fiction. It’s good to be me.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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