Actually, it wasn’t so much a “vacation” as it was a desperate attempt to flee for our lives. My husband works crazy hours during the summer, and the heat triggers Tiny Daughter’s seizures. I packed up the kidlets and went to my hometown for two weeks, which was amazing.
Know how much writing I did? Not a word, except for Part 4 of the serial blog. But I changed the blog up a bit, hopefully making it easier to read in the process. I figured out a game plan for the project that I…I was going to say “stalled on”, but that isn’t the case. I’m working on the Williams Syndrome book and I wrote an excruciatingly painful chapter. So painful, in fact, that I actually cried during my writer’s group. Writing something so wrenching took a lot out of me, and I gave myself a break. Anyway, it’s time to get back on that horse, and I plan to finish the first draft by September 1. Rock on. I’m in the “everything is coming up roses!” section now, so it will be a joy to work on.
But I mostly spent the last two weeks playing with my kids. We played in the pool. We went to the desert. We held hands and ran around outside in the grass. I haven’t seen so much sun in a very long time. Not only do I have real color in my face now, I even have a few freckles across my nose.
A Broken Laptop 