Kyra is very excited about the first day of December. While we shopped for Thanksgiving dinner, she picked out an Advent calendar, and I explained that we couldn’t start opening the little windows until the first day of December. Apparently, she’s been waiting ever since.
Plus! It’s snowing! Real snow, real, let’s stay inside, or bundle up the kids and send them outside, but we’ll watch them through the window kind of snow. We’ve already trekked through it once to ballet. Now, I’m wondering about the whole Chuck E. Cheese party. Is it bad enough we stay home? Do we brave the weather and venture out? We’re supposed to get six to ten inches.
I woke up this morning and it was so strange not to sit at the computer and start in on some sort of manuscript. I got nothing–at least at the moment. The plan is to take a month break from MacKenna, then I’ll work up a third draft. Then, maybe I can convince a few
victims beta readers to review it.
Until then, I’m going to read: a lot. I have The Virginia Woolf Writers’ Workshop, Seven Lessons to Inspire Great Writing (we can only hope, no?), and of course, the holidays. I’m taking Kyra to the Nutcracker this year (well, Andrew and my mom too). I promised Kyra a “theater” dress, because you have to dress up when you go to the ballet. She wants something colorful, with hearts, flowers, diamonds, and who knows what else. If such a dress exists, leave it to the Marvelous Miss B to find it.