Before we properly begin… hi. It’s been a hot minute. And by a hot minute, I mean that in February I was like, ‘oh yeah, baby, I am on a writing roll. This is my day! This is my month! This is my YEAR, baby! I am going to work on my writing every single day.’ and I actually did. I set-up a writing oasis in a spare room in the basement, spent a couple dollars on fancy pens and post-it’s, and most markedly, started a google doc entitled, ‘Book draft.’
You heard it here first folks.
Heard what?
I don’t know entirely. I think that I am admitting I would like all the words on this page to someday be bound into a book.
I spent the month at work. Using old blog posts as the bones, I copied over to the document 90,000 words.
90,000!
And that only got me through November 2020.
You know what happened in November 2020? Of course you do!
Relapse! The guts, the glory, what some may call the moment my writing took a turn for the better.
Ok, no one but myself has said that, but you get the idea.
I have >100,000 MORE words since relapse, which feels wild because a standard book has around ~100,000 words in total. But I am sure as I build out the entire frame, I will then go back and axe half of it. Whatever. The point is, there is a large file being built and February had me on fire for writing.
Then March.
You guys, I didn’t publish one damn post in March. I didn’t add one word to the book draft. I did ZERO things.
That’s not true. I did some things. Some really arduous things like taking care of sick kids because I SWEAR someone (and more often multiple someones) was sick in our house 3 out of the 4 weeks of March.
But that one week, that ONE week where no one was sick, that was the week that I did the most fun of all things: Reunited with Sweet Emily’s family for a ski vacation. I will write about that later (hopefully, unless “later” turns into March-energy and is filled with zero writing).
As a placeholder: BIG fun was had, hearts continued to mend, heavy mixed with pure. The both/and of life on this side of things.
I am going to drop this picture just to hold the space for the words that will come. This is my baby falling in love with Sweet Emily’s older sister. AND NO! MY HEART WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!
Then we came home and we all got sick, again. Last week, I had the flu for the first time in a decade and let me tell you, that was miserable. Far worse than my experience with the virus that shall not be named. Everyone is on the mend, still coughing more than I’d like and snotting more that I would prefer, but mending.
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