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All of us are sick.  And cranky.

As lovely snow tumbles outside.  Bummer.

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Eleven in the morning, reading to the kids and my voice fades.  I can barely talk.  And a headache builds pressure behind my eyes.  Ouch.  Tonight I was so tired I could hardly see straight.  I couldn’t juggle kids’ dinner and my dinner.  When I get sick, I sure see how much energy regular life requires.

Snow is falling.  Snow day tomorrow?  We shall see.

For now, tired.  Achy.  Sick.

Oh, Anika wrote about her hero at school.  My hero is my Dada. And she wrote him a letter.  I wonder how you met my mama?

How many times can a Mama’s heart melt?  Still counting . . .

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Signs of spring everywhere, blossoms and daffodils and snow.  Snow?  Yep, snow here this morning that is not only falling, but sticking.  So much for the pretty freeway daffodils.  Every year they bloom in a flush of sunny days to be crushed by a snowfall.  Maybe this storm will be mild.  The freeway drive is something to see, even with crushed daffodils.

Ian turned seven months this week.  He’s banging toys and rocking on hands and knees.  Scooting backwards into corners.  He is not flip-flop rolling across the room like Anika did as a baby.  He’s very focused on moving in a straight line.  He holds conversations of the “oh, ah, aagh,” variety.  He adores peek-a-boo.  And he’s starting to eat sweet potatoes.  He gets bigger and sweeter every day.

Anika is all about Thumbelina, the movie and a book order book (remember the fun of book orders?) and a doll that she chose for her positive report card reward.  Anika serves up tea parties for all of us. Our living room is disappearing as a flower garden grows behind the couches with fairy tents and plastic flower homes and Barbie and Tinkerbell toys.

Writing wise, I’m brainstorming a new story.  It’s going to be short (cause I’m liking the short story goals these days) and dark.

I did send out a couple of queries for Dirt last night which quickly tired me out.  I don’t send out queries without some research and then I need to go into my file and make sure I’m not repeating myself to an agency I pitched six months ago.  I’m still pretty low in my overall query count- maybe ten queries sent out.  I try to make them appropiate.  I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.  I get sucked into the whole quest of it all, the summit-fever.  Then I remember my new trail, the trail where I get to make my own deadlines and explore new ideas.  I like that trail, too.

I am among the luckiest of the lucky.  I will be fine wherever I stand.  Having the space to write at all is a gift.  And I won’t take it for granted.  Off to storyland.

Word count for super-rockstar-new-story: 

0 / 2500 words. 0% done!

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Snow!  Falling quick and quiet outside and sticking to the ground already.  The report (with video) is here.  I wonder if enough will fall to convince Anika to go play outside.  She complains of a stuffy nose this morning.  Not sure if she’s trying to be like me or if she’s really fighting the same cold.

I got to sleep for a couple of hours yesterday smashed between my babies.  I woke up feeling a little better.  But still under the weather today.  Haha.

Maybe I really will get to play some Fable 2 today

The other surprise has to do with the new blind in our bedroom window.  I thought it would be mostly aesthetic, but it’s really keeping out the cold drafts.  Ian is sleeping better.  And the room is darker.  Anika waits until later to rouse me.  Today, thanks to a couple of Horseland episodes that I slept through, we made it to 8:30 before climbing out of bed.  Hurrah!  That’s a worthy investment right there.

Today I’m writing with Arthur and the Invisibles on TV.  Lovely graphics, weird mythology.  The window between worlds is only open for 36 hours before closing for 1000 days.  Entering the kingdom turns you into an animated wonder with thistle-down hair and leafy clothes.  African warriors stride out of the pastoral countryside.  My favorite, though, is the boy’s English accent.  His parents are dirt poor yet he’s been in boarding school in England most of his life.  Thus, the accent.  I suppose the actor (who I adore) was struggling to sound American so they kept his charming English accent and built the thin backstory.

Of course, Anika doesn’t care about any of it.  Which gets me thinking about continuity and the ride of the story.  If the ride is thrilling enough, logic can go out the window.  True?

And in real life, Ian is becoming quite the scooting baby, spinning himself around and scootching to new places.  His world is growing!  He can sit up for a short while before getting distracted and falling over.

Onto more Sunday adventures!

Oh, and I sent off a query for Dirt last night.  Sparkle opportutnity through the world . . .

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