We’re off today to get Benjamin’s adenoids out. I’ll be back around noon, and I’ll try to post an update. But since all of you know this isn’t really a big deal, I suspect you’re a hell of a lot less nervous than he is.
I’ve been revising the book. Does that surprise you? My agent dumped me, but there are plenty of small presses out there. I can pitch the damned thing myself. My writing group gave phenomenal advice on a section that has plagued me for years, so I should be done revising and writing the pitch next week. IAin’t nobody gonna keep me down.
Zach is off to his grandparents today. We can’t wait to send him. I love the child, really I do, but he has grown increasingly impossible. The fact is, he didn’t make a lot of friends during the school year. He has a few, but we’ve only been able to see them sporadically this summer. The summer has been hard for him. He had to transition to camp, and transitions are not his strong suit. New kids, new place, new routine. He snapped at me this week, “People always say summer vacation is so fun. It’s NOT fun!”
“I know kiddo. Is school fun?”
“Yes, school is fun. Summer vacation is not!”
This is how we know he’s my child. I wonder sometimes whether his father really contributed any genetic material.
That’s all for now. I’m off to take my dude in for surgery.