I am the mother of these critters. The black cat is missing, but she's on another chair ready to take a swipe at the dog. This is my life and I love it.
Today my daughter brought home the Scholastic Order Forms. She said, "Mommy, your books are in here." No way. But she was right. So we took a picture. The books on plant parts are mine. But Stems and Fruits are missing. What's with that?
Over on the Blueboards there was a discussion about what to do when you're having trouble moving forward. Elizabeth Bunce wrote: One of the things I *constantly* have to re-learn and remind myself of is that I can't write a book by THINKING about it. I can only write it by WRITING IT.
Even though I outline and know the general trajectory of a book, and all the important things that need to happen, it's only in the writing that I discover what the book really is about and whether my characters would actually do the things I've planned for them.
Time to write. I'm procrastinating here.