Today was really good day. It was the kind of day you want to tell your best friend all about, just like when you were in high school, and you just got that really cute boy to look back at you... but you and your friend have different classes all afternoon, so you end up writing her a really long note (that you're going to pass her, later) instead of paying attention in Algebra... because you just can't wait to tell her all about it.
So buckle up. I'm writing you a note. And here's me, passing it to you in the hallway...
So, first of all: I got up ON TIME. I know. Even though it snowed overnight (wha?!) and honestly I felt like I could have stayed in bed til NOON... I didn't, I got up, and I made the coffee, and then I did my Qigong (like, the whole thing, even the foot-thing, the one I hate and sometimes skip).
And while I was doing my Qigong (and drinking my coffee), Warren did Math class with Avery. LOVE IT. Then I grabbed some breakfast (the Dragon's Way Special: green juice and cashews), made Avery some breakfast, and then Rowan came over for our usual Monday morning classes. They played, and worked on Art and Science, all while I wrote!
By Noon, I was almost finished with the main narrative of the book, so I did a little happy dance on my way downstairs. And then, drum roll please... after I fed Avery lunch, I sat down and finished the rest of the book. It's just the first draft, but it's DONE. It's all in one place, all (or most of) my ideas, down, on paper. Literally, too, not just metaphorically, because I printed it all out (for editing purposes; not because I hate trees).
Yes, it's done. And yes, it's a thing to celebrate. I've always wanted to write a book, ever since I fell in love with Romancing the Stone as a kid. In fact, I wanted to be a writer, largely because of that stupid movie. Because it looked like so much fun to be (pre-Columbian-drug-lord-kidnapped-my-sister) Joan Wilder, blubbering away and forgetting to buy toilet paper. I always wanted to know how it felt to neglect your personal hygiene for weeks, until finally you type out those final words -- "The End" -- and then feed your cat some tuna fish, pop open a bottle of wine, and celebrate by throwing the dishes into the fireplace. This is the livin'!
But it was only 1PM, and we didn't have any tuna fish. So instead I just threw some clothes in the washing machine... which, shit, I just realized, I forgot all about them.
But that's part of what made today so awesome! Because not everything got done, except the most important parts.
Anyways, in the afternoon Avery worked on his comic book for Language Arts, and we talked about what to do when you get stuck with your plot (duh, make something bad happen to the protagonist, of course!), followed by a lesson on Vikings for Social Studies. And all afternoon he did great during his lessons, and was a great listener and a great worker, and I just love having him home on days like this, when he's a little mini-me, writing his book while I write mine...
Then he played while I did some jobby-job work, and then I took him to swimming class, and while he swam (which wasn't 100% awesome b/c the substitute swim teacher was sorta mean to him, but he did basically OK) I started reading said book... and I realized that it honestly doesn't suck. At least the first 40 pages are OK.
Then after swimming, I took him out to dinner at the Golden Nugget because we had no food in the house for dinner. And it was very delicious, and only $21 plus tip because he ate off the kid's menu. Then we hopped on the bus, got home quickly, and he ran downstairs to watch TV, which was awesome because it gave me a chance to finish binge-watching Season 2 of "LOVE" on Netflix. SCORE. Then Warren came home, and the boys hung out, and then I hung out with Warren for a bit, and now I'm getting Avery ready for bed. Kind of ...because he sorta does it all by himself, now. Because he's almost 10.
And I'm exhausted... but I'm also happy. Everybody did what everybody needed to do today, but... I didn't have to do it ALL. I did PLENTY, but not everything.
And, yeah, sure, Avery's going to bed a tiny bit late. And no, I didn't get much jobby-job work done, but there's always tomorrow, and none of it was urgent. Except my book. Today, my book was the "work" that had to get done; it wasn't going to wait to be finished, anymore. I was going to sit down and complete the main arc, and write THE END.
So... that's what happened, and there you go. Sometimes your creative life actually, more or less, comes first.
I'm off to bed. Thanks for reading this really super long note, friend. I hope Mrs. B didn't catch you reading it and take it away. Because ...it was just a really good day, and I felt like sharing it with you.