
Most of my weeks contain a pleasant surprise or two. The pleasantness may be a function of my luck, temperament, privilege, and / or my definition of a pleasant surprise.
I’m not ignoring political planetary horrors here – I’m counterweighting.
This past week I was pleased to drive my dad to the doctor’s office; to receive a delayed Christmas card from old friends; to attend – remotely – a 5:00 am graduation; to chat and comment positively about other folks’ books; and to not hear back from my own several editors, which allowed me the time to write a picture book.
It's called Sisters. Or maybe Big Sister. Or Meg’s Big Sister.
Is the book any good? I dunno. Is it going to be popular? Probably not. It involves sisters not getting along, maybe even contemplating violence towards each other. My favorite beta readers like it, but they’re biased. And they have sisters.
The coming week is wide open. Who knows what will happen? I almost certainly won’t win a lottery or an award, or sign a big contract, or become a grandparent again, but there’s lots of potential for a pleasant surprise.
Political news will continue to be depressing.
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