Okay, today was my four-year-old's first day of pre-k. Did you hear me screaming "Free at last!!" out of my car window after I dropped her off? If you didn't, then you must have been wearing your earbuds because I was a happy, screamin' gal.
Now, don't get me wrong, I've loved being home with my youngest these last few weeks--her older sisters started school three weeks ago--but I've been itching to get back to my writing ever since the SCBWI-LA conference. Having a significant block of time to really focus is vital (and has been rare, if not nonexistent, these past few weeks). I really need my "own private Idaho" in which to work and brainstorm and kick things around inside my muddled-up brain.
I'm thankful that my four-year-old was just as excited as I was--she goes to the ULTIMATE nursery school and has a wacky, creative teacher. After drop-off, I headed straight home, grabbed a latte' and beelined for my studio. I sunk down into my favorite writing chair pictured on the right--tah dah!, and I started hammering away on a middle grade novel that I began about six months ago. It was wonderful to finally get to flesh out scenes that had been stewing in my brain for months. I even got the entire ending plotted out.
And all of this happened on the FIRST DAY OF FREEDOM! Who knows what Day 2 will bring? Whoa . . . watch out world. I'm baaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!