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Hi my dears! So, my life is consumed with real estate at present–selling one house and buying another. I feel like I’m constantly fretting about pieces of lint on my carpet or the 2 year old who just messed up the bed and wiped his hands, which were covered in applesauce, all over the windows (that’s him in the photo–the bundle of energy that he is!). Oh, and ask me how I feel about the dog who is shedding.

Anywho, so aside from real estate (and in order to get my mind off real estate), I bring you the 11 other things that are consuming me at present. Drum roll …



blue-flowersI’ve been swamped lately–with work and baby and house and life stuff. In between all of it, I have a novel I’ve written, somehow. A really lovely little novel, if I don’t say so myself. Lovely and rough around the edges. My agent, bless her heart, has big plans for said novel and is working with me to help make it as presentable as possible before she takes it to publishers in the near future. For now, I have the job of polishing and fixing and tweaking–some relatively big changes, some really tiny ones. The novel needs a little work. Surgery? Not really. But maybe out-patient surgery.

Quick incision. A few stitches. Minimal scars.

Even so, I’m convinced that revising a book is harder than writing a book, because of the complexity. If you change one thing on page 29, you better carry it through on page 129–and that’s a lot to keep track of. But, I love these characters and this story (even after 392 reads–or at least that’s what it feels like!), so here’s what I’m going to do to get it in the shape it needs to be in (writers, feel free to take inspiration from this list–or just laugh at me!):



Every so often an idea comes along that hits me in a gazzam sort of way. Here's the deal, on my Mac computer screen right now, I have all these little sticky notes describing baby and child "moments"--little anecdotes and milestones I hope will find their way to a scrapbook when I get some time. So when I saw a post over on the beautiful blog Inchmark about an idea for a "magical thinking jar," I was totally sold: "Children say the funniest things, yet all too often, I seem to forget them after a day or two," writes blogger Brooke Reynolds. "I'll start telling my husband.. "C said the funniest thing



Dear Salesman, Why? Why do you knock on my door, causing the dog to bark, which wakes up the baby, which sends my morning into a tailspin? Why do you think that I will open my door for you? In my bathrobe. With a 2 year old in my arms. When you look just a teensy bit like you could be a convict. I don't want your vacuum cleaners, your magazine subscriptions, your window washing services. And when I wave you away through the window, don't stand there defiantly, angrily. Go. Go away now. I don't like you. Goodbye. Sincerely, Sarah P.S. That is not my front door, but isn't it cute? [Photo: *susie*]



ss_breadjamfrancesToday I took my boys to the library. It’s what you do when your kids are fussy and you have no more tricks up your sleeve. You strap them into their car seats, and you drive–to a drive-thru Starbucks, maybe, where you take a few deep breaths, and then, if they’re lucky (and if you’re adequately caffeinated), you end up somewhere fun: like the park or the library, which is where we wound up today. But I had no idea I’d end up finding a long-lost treasure …