Where's Dawn?

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WHERE'S DAWN ?

Please excuse Dawn's absence from this blog for the past week. She was being attacked by her own life. 

So, I had big plans of putting out a great blog on DFWCon complete with pictures and a grand synopsis of the event. It was a fantastic weekend. I met all sorts of terrific people, learned more than my brain could hold, came home utterly inspired. Then, reality got its revenge. 

It all started with tennis shoes.

 

My oldest daughter left her only pair of school-approved shoes at her grandparents' house...over 30 miles away. 

Of course, we did not realize this until Monday morning exactly 3 minutes before she is supposed to be walking out the door for school. Insert full-blown hysterical meltdown (on her part, not mine) here. A frantic trip to Target, another meltdown over the idea of being tardy and, finally, Dad let her just stay home for the day. Even as a teacher, I fully support that decision because sometimes you just need a "mental health day". Evidently, she did. 

The week pretty much went down hill from there.

No big, catastrophic event that devastates your soul. Just the little stresses and irritations that eat at it slowly and wear away your resolve.  

Basically wearing this, without the weapon. 

• A killer migraine that put me in bed at 6:15
• Got the younger daughter's field trip day wrong. She had to buy her sack lunch from the school and went to the park wearing all black (long sleeve shirt, short sleeve shirt over it and long black pants. At least they let her take off the long sleeve shirt.) Did I mention we live in Texas? It is already hitting 90 here. Yes, I am "Mother of the Year", why do you ask? 
• Another whirlwind trip to buy shoes for the other daughter's dance recital. 

There's more. Much, much more. But, you get the idea.

So, how was your week?

If you do want to check out my pictures from DFWCon, you can click on the Facebook link on the right. I managed to get them up on my page.

How do you do it?

Tell Me Your Story Tuesday

Prickles

This is Prickles, the Pressure Porcupine. I won him after leaving a comment on Keli Gwyn's blog. He sits next to my writing area and reminds me to spread out my pressure. Not put all of it on one quill.

This time of year is crazy for me. It is the end of the school year. Contrary to popular myth, ALL of the students, not just seniors, can smell freedom. It is basically like teaching a bunch of over-excited Chihuahuas.

Then there are my own girls who have birthdays within 3 weeks of each other. Field trips, end of the year celebrations, end of season games, girl scout camping...It makes me tired just to look at my Google calendar!

Somewhere in there, I am supposed to write. Carve out hours of quiet time, sit reflectively and magically get these stories in my head out in a calm and orderly manner. I am still working on exactly how. < See all the adverbs in that paragraph? That should tell you something about my current mental state.>

So, tell me your story? How do you it all? When do you write? Are you a get up hours before the rest of the world type? Or stay awake long past everyone else is in bed type?

Also, I am looking for authors to feature on Tell Me Your Story Tuesday. If you are working toward publication or have a new release you would like to tell us about, email me at the address in my profile and let's get to know you!