Jabber: Mooo-oooom! Monkey keeps saying our spaceship is a doghouse!
Monkey: It IS a doghouse!
Jabber: It's a spaceship!
Monkey: It's a space-doghouse!
Jabber: (stomps feet, raises voice) It is NOT a space-doghouse. It has WINGS. It's a spaceship!
Monkey: (draws on wing) I'm coloring this wing purple.
Jabber: AHHHH! (tears purple marker away from Monkey) NOT LIKE THAT. IT HAS TO MATCH.
Monkey: No! (grabs marker back, screeches shrilly)
Jabber: MOMMMMMM! MONKEY KEEPS WRECKING THE SPACESHIP!
Elissa (through the window, staring at editing notes with hopelessness): Siiiiigh. How about if you draw on the left wing, and Monkey draws on the right wing? That seems fair.
Jabber (in a voice that can be heard several blocks away): MOM! WHAT GOOD IS A SPACESHIP IF IT'S NOT SYMMETRICAL?
I know, I know. This happened like a week ago. And yes, shortly after this I sent the kids away to their grandparents' houses for the weekend. A weekend which unexpectedly stretched out into four days. Yes, I missed them. No, I didn't blog. Yes, I've been ensconced in editing thoughts. No, I haven't blogged. Yes, I have read like five books in the last week. No, I haven't blogged. Yes, I began the tedious project of painting my back deck in the hot sun. No, I did not get a tan on my legs. (Yes, I did get a smattering of freckles on my nose.)
Yes, my editing has brought me to tears. To driving my husband to yard work. To throwing things. To giving up. To starting over. To getting excited. To tears again. To inspiration. To throwing things again. To emailing my agent with my crazy showing. To meeting an amazingly sweet and kind writer who shares my wonderful editor. To appreciating all the wonderfully supportive people who make it possible for me to even contemplate doing any of this. To tears again, these of a different sort. And now to work.
(And no, I didn't blog.)