I’m celebrating. So I took a coffee break at one of my favorite local farm stands (amazing that the mall is less than 1/2-mile away, through the trees and over a train track).
177 pages of manuscript shipped off to my mentor today. Alle-frickin-lujah. Represents one year of writing and editing. The project still has a ways to go yet. But words cannot convey the measure of accomplishment that that stack of paper, bound with a giant clip (a bit of leftover hardware found in my deceased father’s desk – he loved hardware, and all things b-i-g).
The sounds of toddlers in conversation with their parents over dishes of ice cream, the occasional bit of crying and yowling, and the adorable miniature goats, all had me fast-tracking back to memories of farm field trips with my own little guy.
Wishing you a happy day, too.