My little shining writing-prize moment of 2010 made the Kite Tales newsletter. I am the giant on the far right. (???) I will never forget hearing the name of my book called out and almost falling off the auditorium chair, then galumphing down the aisle in boots I wasn’t used to wearing and that suddenly felt like Diver Dan’s silver, ocean floor thudding monstrosities. What a good day that was.

Not going to make my current deadline (see previous post, or—not), however I’m making great progress and improvements as I plough through Trouble. And, I am enjoying the process enough to make me cyber-shout: For the love of frogfishes, woo hoo! Pushing deadline to next Friday, if it doesn’t occur before then. Preschool (see previous post—or, you know, skip it) is a beautiful thing (he thinks so, too).

A frogfish

Sometimes, writing is better than Trader Joe’s Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies, or Kauai. Although writing IN Kauai would be very nice. Am obviously delirious. Back to it, before the wonder child’s nap is up.