Quote For The Weekend

Pondering his dark materials----or perhaps a pint of Guiness in the Turf? Eh? On the patio? In the company of those oh so Oxfordian gargoyles? See you there.

I’ve been so busy writing, I haven’t blogged this week—except for this about my armchair—and now this quote for the weekend. Preschool has started up again at last (which my son loves—who wouldn’t love fingerpainting with chocolate pudding?) and I’ve had the foresight to shop, clean, iron and tame other domestics THE NIGHT BEFORE a preschool day, so that all I have to do is drop the little adorable guy off, return home and write/revise for a solid three hours—in daylight, no less, vs. nine o’ clock at night. Or later. Accomplishing is my middle name. Sort of. (PS. My son adores preschool so much, I am not allowed to ogle things in his classroom or dally before the rabbit’s cage. “Goodbye, Mama! See you wayter!” I am told and he waves me out the door. Very busy, these preschoolers. They have agendas. Things to do. A mama must get with the program.)

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”
―     Philip Pullman

About PB Rippey

Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI. pbwrites.wordpress.com
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