There’s a safe coming-back-home feeling as my freshly-revised chapters line up, and a sense that I’ve been somewhere new. Another journey for my novel will be starting, which will mean new daily chores for me here. A new start on another expedition.
And for those who wonder what it can be like to have a daughter off at college: E. called last night and I asked how her weekend was.
— Okay.
— No drama?
— Oh, there was drama. There were tears.
— Whose?
— Mine.
— Oh, no. Do you want to talk about it?
— Maybe sometime.
Views from a Window Seat 
That makes me smile, because I could have written it. Love it when she comes home, and we sit down together alone. That’s when everything SPILLS out and we reconnect for an hour or so.
By: jillsbooks on February 19, 2008
at 1:40 pm
Ah yes, the phone calls home. I love the “hey guess what just happened” calls. But the “Moooom, can I talk to you calls” break my heart.
By: tamra_wight on February 19, 2008
at 1:56 pm
Hmm. This sounds an awful lot like a conversation I could have with my 12-year-old son. Except we wouldn’t mention drama or tears, and the last answer would be simply, “No.” 🙂
It’s a great feeling being ready, or as ready as you can be, to send something out. Best wishes for that part of the journey.
By: beckylevine on February 20, 2008
at 8:43 pm
sounds lovely. I’m ready for that hour!
By: jeannineatkins on February 21, 2008
at 11:56 pm
I know. x o
By: jeannineatkins on February 21, 2008
at 11:56 pm
There are sweet moments when I feel like I’m reading somebody else’s book… and it works!
By: jeannineatkins on February 21, 2008
at 11:57 pm