You know what I’d like to do?
I’d like to do nothing. Just for a day. … Okay, not NOTHING, because that would be boring after a while. But I’d like to spend the day in bed, have my lunches brought to me, read when I want, watch TV or play on the computer when I want, WRITE when I want. That would be lovely. Before kids, I could read one or two books a week. Now it takes me a month, especially if it’s as long as Robert Jordan’s A Memory of Light. I wouldn’t trade my kids for reading time, however. Maybe for writing time. Kidding!! I’m kidding!!!
I’ve started writing my new series, the first book titled Gone with the Wendy. I’ve been taking notes for it in my phone, but when I went to add something today, the notes for Wendy and her friend Georgia were gone. Boo! I don’t know what happened and I’m supremely annoyed, but that’s the beauty of the imagination. If I imagined it once, I can do it again. It may not be the same, but it’s there. Blech.