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And It’ll Free Your Soul

As I type this, my mental to-do list is running through my head in a constant stream, like those fast-rolling credits that fly past your eyes at the end of syndicated TV shows. There are chocolate-covered pretzels to dip, about 90 of them or so (hahahaSOB), and errands to run, and three Halloween parties to either plan or attend (costumes! gifts! decorations, oh my!) in the next couple of days. There are emails between other homeroom moms that I am sort of keeping track of through my phone. My house is a disaster. The laundry is a disaster. (My hair is still a disaster.) I’m totally in the zone with this book I’m working on (it’s either crap or awesome. In another couple of thousand words I’ll send the first chapters to my agent. It’s taken me months to get to this point, a mere 15,000 words of awesome. Or crap. It could go either way. Months and months of dancing around this new book, and Agent Katie will be able to tell me in an instant if she’s still glad she signed me…

Because It’s Friday

It’s Friday. It’s a dreary, rainy day here in Pennsylvania, but we’re finally all inside the house for the rest of the day, and the raincoats are drying off as we speak. David’s up in our room working (because, you know. The house, it is so tiny). Cian’s napping, the girls are playing, and even though I’m sorting through paperwork and bills, I’ve the most adorable cappuccino-filled cup beside my computer, so all is right in my world. I want to write something profound, but I don’t really feel like it, mainly because the caffeine hasn’t kicked in yet and it’s just so rainy out and cozy in. So I’ll give you these instead: I met a very nice new acquaintance the other day. She innocently asked me what my husband does for a living. The question makes me uncomfortable (I feel like it’s asking me what size shoe I wear, or if I put on deodorant this morning–I’ll answer, of course, but do we need to know that much about…