Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Friends, Romans, and Writers, lend me your ears: I am Queen of the World!
I have been under an inordinate amount of stress lately. Real Life responsibilities, waiting on test results for my son, and literary deadlines have nearly done me in. And then today happened.
The most important thing is that my son’s brain MRI (which we’ve been worried about since September) came back saying that everything looks normal. His kidneys are showing a little bit of stress, but we think it’s because of his prior kidney failure and not anything new. We’ll check into that, of course. But Small Son’s teacher called me the other day in tears because he had done something Wonderfully Extraordinary. My family eats, drinks, and breathes hope. It makes my soul sing when that hope is rewarded.
Tiny Daughter will remain on her seizure medication for a year. She is astute, beautiful, but most of all, she is empathetic. She brings Small Son his Cookie Monster when he is overwhelmed and distressed. She wraps him in a blanket when he cries, even though he is four years older than she is. He does the same thing for her, and I honestly, genuinely couldn’t be any prouder of them.
That’s Real Life. Writing life has been pretty sweet, too. I
A) submitted my story for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse challenge. That’s a huge relief.
B) submitted my story for a Very Important Deadline. This is an even bigger relief.
Seriously, I can’t tell you how happy I am. I feel like I did my best, I was responsible, I kicked adversity IN THE FACE, and Real and Writing Life are better because of it. Now I’m going to take the day off. And bake a cake or something.
Later, my friends.