Good Enough for Me

So, it's Mothers Day, and I got the usual assortment of hand drawn cards and books about Mom that the boys made at school. They are all priceless, of course. I love them every year. My eight year old's tribute that he read aloud in his class Mothers Day program included, "She writes the best stories ever," and at least half of the entries in his biography of me mention writing. I guess I've made quite an impression on him. It made me happy that he is proud of that part of me. Hanging in the hall outside of his classroom was a flower with all his favorite things written on the petals. For his favorite story, he put Zion Rising -- my novel. (It's not a children's book, but his reading level is pretty advanced.) It made my day, and I got to thinking that if Zion Rising is my son's favorite story, then no matter what happens with all the submitting and trying to get published, writing the book was worth it. My other boys liked it, too. In fact, my thirteen year old has read it two or three times already. I created something that made a difference to my kids, and that's good enough for me.

I didn't do so hot on my writing goals this week. In fact, I've fallen short of my 10 page goal for two weeks in a row now. Drat. But then I got to thinking about last year. I started a short story on the 20th of March, and by Mothers Day, I was on page 20, and was pretty impressed with that. This year, I started a novel on the 16th of March and now on Mothers Day, I'm on page 70! That's quite a difference from last year, so I won't feel too bad about falling a little short.

Here's a picture of me with some writing friends:

We had a great evening together. Thanks, gals!