It's the end of the term, of winter term. There's a stack of 30 analysis papers in my living room. And a pile of 10 billion Legoes on the floor.
Conferences are coming up. For my students. For my kids. Grades are due. Bills are due.
I didn't even realize yesterday (the FOURTH) was March, and forgot to pay the piano teacher.
I left my grading sheet (!) at school.
I left my phone at my friend Wendi's house. So I missed my first ever call FROM AN AGENT!
Things are really really good right now.
My marriage is strong, and will be even better when Dave gets off shift today.
My kids are healthy.
There's enough fruit to throw in the blender for a smoothie.
"Brookyn's Finest" opens tonight, and I'm a sucker for a good bad-cop movie.
We get to go to "Grease." For free.
The daffodils are right outside my door, if I'm in doubt that spring will ever come.
It's my friend Leslie's birthday and she's having a Circus Party.
Christy sold book rights to Russia!
An agent I enormously admire has completely renewed my faith in YA writing. I absolutely LOVED my conversation with her yesterday, and am hoping whole-heartedly.
FALL 2015 TOUR
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