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Friday, June 23, 2006

Onward

It's been hellishly hot here. Yesterday it was 104 in Sonoma where I work. Today, 97. 88 in Petaluma. On the other hand, Death Valley was 119, so it could have been worse. I am not a hot weather kind of gal. Just, not. I've been working away on Possession and it's going well. The paradigm shift is complete and I'm letting things go. I like where this is going right now.

Tomorrow is my son's birthday. He'll be 11. We went to get frozen yogurt after I picked him up from day care and I realized that girls are starting to look at him. Young girls, mind you, because he is young. But they are looking. There were two or three groups of young girls in the yogurt shop and he got looks from them, several peeks the whole time we were there. He was oblivious. I noticed this at the soccer event Tuesday when there were kids running around all over the place. The problem is, he's a good looking boy. When he was a toddler, people used to stop me to tell me how handsome he is. He's got these startling grey eyes and well, I think I'm in for it. But right now, all I can do is wonder what's going to happen when he notices the girls looking at him.

I have no idea how he got to be 11, but he did. He's such a great kid. 11 years ago now, I was in labor and still 24 hours away from delivery. Ouch. When I came to the hospital when the pains were less than two mintues apart (ouch!) one of the nurses said, "This is going to be the greatest day of your life." At the time, I thought she was nuts. But she was right.

Comments:
Happy Birthday!

Eleven years old. Wow. And yeah, he is very handsome. You will be having some interesting times ahead.
 
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