It’s been one of those mornings.
I had crazy dreams all night. The last one, the one that woke me up in a cold sweat, involved my riding around Mackinac Island on a tour bus filled with Brownie Scouts and their Troop leaders, all of whom were glaring at me because my child and I were not in uniform. It was especially odd because the child wasn’t my daughter, and there are no motor vehicles on Mackinac Island.
I woke from that strangeness around 4:30 with a headache so bad that my eyeballs were throbbing. Lots of hot coffee and two hot showers later, it’s not much better; I do, however, have a vague marketing idea for hot coffee showers.
Would that not be the greatest invention of all time?
When I finally sat down at the computer, I discovered that I have forgotten how to spell. Anything. Anything at all, even my own name. That’s all right, though, because I have apparently also forgotten how to type, along with a few other things that are pretty important to me as a writer. Working on a chapter in my newest book today, I have called my main character Eric, Kenny, Brian, and George. All perfectly nice names, but his name is Jayson.
I went back for more coffee and stood at the kitchen window, staring out at my snow-covered yard. Only to realize, after several moments of absolutely nothing going inside my head, that the bright fluorescent curtains are missing from my son’s playhouse in my back yard, and that the yard is crisscrossed with footprints in the snow all over the place. Someone has had a wonderful time playing out there in the past few days.
Which is odd, since my kids are with their father this week.
Honestly, I was starting to feel like Arthur Dent in the opening scene of Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy, when he looks out the window at the bulldozers circling his house and all he can think of to say is, “Yellow.”
Then, just as I was really settling in to a satisfying round of whining about my headache and bad day all over Facebook, a very dear friend sent me a picture that made my day.
All righty, then. I am choosing to be happy.
I am happy because my kids and I are healthy, and we have a cozy little house, with neighbor kids who obviously enjoy playing in my back yard.
I am happy because my new book is coming together really well and I’m having fun writing it. As long as I can remember Jayson’s name, that is.
I am happy because the new features for my blog are coming along nicely, and I’m excited about the very talented people who have agreed to be interviewed by me.
I am happy because my blog has really been taking off lately. It’s getting more hits every day, as well as more followers. The “referral” part of my stats page doesn’t always tell me where they are coming from, but I’m still thrilled to see that so many people want to stop by and read what I have to say.
I am happy because my books are selling at a steady pace. I’m nowhere near bestseller status, but I’m very content at this point to be selling one or two a day. I’m in the process of making Have a Goode One available through more channels, and things are definitely looking up.
I am especially happy because I just found a Toblerone in my refrigerator. I don’t remember putting it there, but I’m going to eat it and chalk it up as a gift from the Chocolate Fairy.
What’s that? You say you don’t believe in the Chocolate Fairy? Heresy! She exists, all right. With her cousins, the Cleaning Fairy, the Money Fairy, and my personal favorite, the Wine Fairy.