There is only finishing my middle-grade novel.

Getting my son to school, helping him finish his science project and get it to school; hurtling towards summer–school, science projects, math tests, helping at the school book fair, end-of-school-year requirements and the usual at home with the small zoo. And kittens.

There is only finishing my middle-grade novel.

Stretching my limbs on the yoga mat each morning. Maybe jogging. Maybe driving up the hill to the YMCA and it’s treadmill with TV attached. Because the stretching must be done.

There is only finishing my middle-grade novel.

With brain breaks.

You know?

I’m SO close. Thrillingly close. With a tinge of bittersweet.

Your’s in not freaking out when writing the climax of a book, remembering to enjoy as many writing moments as possible,

PB