February has been an up-an-down month, if you hadn’t already guessed, and it’s this kind of sudden change (“Life Events”, as your friendly HR department refers to them) that can throw any decent writing routine completely off course.
As I write this at midday on Monday, my son is asleep. I had just changed his diaper and his clothes–since he peed all over himself and them–and I set him down in his bassinet for minute so I could brush my teeth.
He had gotten quiet for more than a few moments, so I checked on him and found him asleep. I decided to use the opportunity to take a shower, and it felt like a victory.
As if that wasn’t enough, I’ve received some amazing feedback from a family friend, so I wanted to share it:
“I finished your book last night. Very impressive! I can see why you say it was in your mind for years. I came away from it glad that honor, love, and the true meaning of home are achieved…
“I think it possible you already have a sequel centered around Arden. She feels the call. The sad part of the novel is a life lesson about keepers. Even the mighty trees have a spirit that needs a keeper. I had not really thought about that. Humans, animals, yes, there is always one striving for more territory and power.
“We humans say we want peace. Your first novel is not so reassuring we can truly find it outside our own limited personal space.
I am proud of you for achieving this goal. And I am proud of you for building a true home with [Wife] and [Nugget].”
That’s just incredible and basically made my day. This family friend is a very intelligent and insightful woman, so I’m thrilled she was able to pull so much from my book. Thank you!
Having a son has taught me a lot. I’ve learned how to put a diaper on a baby tight enough that they don’t pee around it. I’ve learned the various phases of infant defecation. And I’ve learned that making my son smile for the first time—and I mean really smile, not a muscle reflex—is one of the most fulfilling moments of my life.