It’s a snow day
I’m taking the day off (I always work Sunday anyway while Noah is at religious school) and heading to my sister’s so the cousins can play together. And it’ll be nice to let this rather noisy blog be a bit quieter today.
Yesterday I took the kids to homeschool gym and then came home to the busy blog and then went out to a book reading and then took the author out to dinner. I was so absolutely wired by 10pm that I couldn’t stop running my mouth (poor Brett). I’ll get wired at my sister’s, too, because when we get to talking we really talk. Like crazy. Like people who are there with us have trouble keeping up.
The author I met is Richard Wirick whose book, One Hundred Siberian Postcards, he wrote for his daughter who he and his wife adopted from Russian about two years ago. He’s a beautiful, beautiful writer and he has this wonderful, deep voice so that listening to him read was awfully nice. Then dinner was nice, too. We talked more about writing than about adoption because I know very little about international — especially Russian — adoption. We did talk a very tiny bit about adoption reform in the context of Russian adoption but really it was mostly the writing. And it was interesting. And snowing like hell so it took awhile for me to get home afterwards.
I’ve been itching to write lately but work’s been so busy. Still it’s that thing I said at the beginning of this full-time freelance — there’s finally enough time. And so I’m itching to write but don’t feel frantic because I know that there’s enough time to write and to work. Thank goodness.
(Thanks to writer networking I’ve doubled my agents-to-pitch list so I have another few months before I have to consider what to do next!)
snow day here too. Supposed to be designing a logo and a UI for a Sharepoint intranet site. Instead I listend to Ryan Star “Last Train Home” over and over again, surf blogs, and cry. WTH?
I want snow.