Way back when I lived in Georgia during NaNoWriMo, I wrote the following as the first few sentences of my novel…
Trying to sleep on an air mattress with a slow leak is like trying to sleep on a water bed that is not completely filled with water. You end up afraid to move for fear of motion sickness and where the next wave might take you. Especially when you are sharing this moving bed with another whom you are not romantically involved with, yes, it adds a whole new level of difficulty to sleep.
…but alas life went awry and I didn’t complete my word count requirement that year because I thought I was pregnant. All signs pointed in that direction except the actual pregnancy test that I was terrified of taking to confirm or deny my suspicions thus my life and my novel were put on hold. Well, I think these words belong in this novel.
40-something mama, wife, blogger – who shares her crafty and ordinary life with her family, their three tiny dogs, a fat tortoiseshell cat, – and sewing room that is in a perennial work in progress.
A native Texan, who spent one year in Georgia and over a decade as a single mom, is now happily married and sharing her opinions on products and life in photos and words strung together.