I'll be honest—I've sat here for the last twenty minutes trying to figure out what to say. And I've just gone to fold laundry, sweep the floors, and wipe down the kitchen counters instead of figuring out what to say. That's the problem with not planning: I'm stuck at the last minute trying to get things in order and getting this sent out. Newsletters are hard, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
I think Hallmark threw up candy in our house, and it’s only going to get worse. Between my son’s Valentine’s party yesterday and my daughter’s on Monday, I may just drown in lollipops, Fun Dips, and other assorted treats. At least they have fun with it! (Although my son has broken my heart—he doesn’t like the dipping sticks in Fun Dips! Those are the best part!)
Writing is coming along nicely! Once again, I have a goal of writing a million words in a year. I’m nearly 11% of the way there. So there’s that. Now if only I could use those words and get these books done…
Leaving you with this question: What’s your favorite childhood memory?