I really have not forgotten how to post. However, between moving and visiting in-laws in Texas and just being plain lazy, I have not posted for almost a month.
(By the way-it is hot in Texas. Don't visit Texas in August, especially if you are pregnant. Fortunately, Kansas has had an unusually cool summer. I'm pretty sure it is because Kansas likes me and Texas does not. This is why we should stay in Kansas and not move to Texas, probably ever.)
While in Texas I found an in-the-flesh writing friend. My husband's best friend's wife is also writing a book. We have known each other since I have known my husband, but only after our husbands mentioned the fact during this visit did we make the connection that we were both writers.
I intended to do a lot of writing during our visit. I lugged my heavy laptop through the airport with a three year-old in tow because I had such lofty goals. Yet, deep down didn't I know that I would actually do very little writing? My son wouldn't leave me alone. And he's really cute, and how can I choose my laptop over him when he has three months left as an only child?
In a few weeks, I am attending the SCBWI conference in Kansas City. I have nothing solid to bring. I am not looking for an agent or even for a critique. (Plus, they cost more money.) But I'm excited for the experience and the opportunity to meet more writers.
And finally, for more news on the writing front, I did submit my very short children's book that I will forever be attached to in a contest. The Spoonful of Cherrios contest. Of course I did hesitate to enter when I saw that a lifetime supply of Cherrios wasn't stipulated in the prize. However, the winner does get $5000 and an agent and a book deal.
Now that life is regaining some form of normalcy, I hope to write much more. Then again, since I am actually publishing that in my blog I am really jinxing myself.
P.S. I am not talking about the second word-count bar because it may be a little shameful that I swore not to waver from the first book but have cheated on it already.
P.S.S. On a completely unrelated note and yet much more exciting than anything writing related, since I started this post and finished it my son tried asparagus. And he liked it! As a reward he gets to eat a popsicle.