Stormlight is ready to be kicked out into the Big Outside World. Of course, there are a hundred billion things that I still want to fiddle with, first. And I have been. And I am. And I’ll continue to do so for half of tomorrow. This is why you haven’t seen me. This is where I’ve been. Working.
Want to know what a writer on deadline looks like? She lives in ponytails and men’s cargo shorts. Her baby girl wears underwear on top of her tiny clothes, if she’s wearing clothes at all. The laundry is piled high. Tonight was pizza night. Again.
At the same time? This is happiness. This is what I always wanted to do. This is living my dreams. 🙂
I’ll check in after sending it off tomorrow! Woo!