October 18, 2009
I drink hazelnut decaf and listen to Three Dog Night on Pandora, while one of my calicoes grooms herself atop my monitor and my son still sleeps. Today is my son's eighteenth birthday--a milestone in his life and mine. He's already picked a college, a major, a career path, and his first girlfriend. Time to focus on my goals, although I've never abandoned them. When I announced my pregnancy, one friend said, "Better kiss your writing goodbye!" Why not tell me to cut off my thumb? I've completed three books since then, collecting an awesome collection of rejection slips.