Hi, everyone. Just back from a couple of crazy days and Chicago, where I was able to attend the services for my friend’s daughter. I was so glad I could be there. It was terribly sad but inspiring, especially to see the young friends who visited, and the crafts her schoolmates had made for the family. As a mother of a daughter only a year younger than Mia (and of a son who is only weeks apart in age from her little brother), I can say only four words:
puts. things. in. perspective.
Actually, you know (or you will learn if you’re a new reader) I can’t keep my mouth shut and say things in just four words, so here are seven more: enjoy the good things. every. single. day.
After leaving the funeral this morning, I spent the afternoon comforted in the chaos of Chicago’s Midway Airport. I worked on my manuscript rewrite and am now two pages away from the last edits of this draft. (Note that I’m avoiding acknowledgment that some authors do up to 20 rewrites before sending their manuscripts out into the world.) I may have to do writing at airports more often; it’s amazing how productive I am there. But I can imagine what might happen if I sat there typing on my laptop, haggard and tired, taking breaks only long enough to down my thirteenth cup of coffee in two hours.
Security Guard: “Ma’am, what are you doing? You’ve been here all afternoon.”
Me: “Yes, Officer. I’m an author and I’m really productive writing here. The airport motivates me to pursue my passion in life.”
Security Guard: “What? Oh, so you’re an author. What kind of books do you write?”
Me: “The one I’m working on right now is women’s fiction. Well, I suppose some might call it chick lit with intelligence – you know, not the shoe shopping kind, although I really enjoyed those, too. It’s kind of like ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’ but better – this is what my friend Cindy says – but my book is with a divorced mom in America, not a single woman in London…although Renee Zellweger isn’t really British even though she played Bridget Jones. Of course, she starred in the movie, not the book, so I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
Security Guard: [gives me a blank look and mumbles something about reinforcements into his walkie talkie]
I’m a little fuzzy on what day it is because of the last minute rushing around over the weekend and the trip, but I’m glad to be back home.