I am grateful for a new year. Think of all the possibilities, all the goals we can achieve. Looking over your recent posts, I am amazed by what you have already accomplished.
I have been caught up in mothering-and-wifery, carpooling, cleaning of all kinds, and trying to get healthy. I need to increase my muscle tone and lung strength in order to have a reconstructive surgery in autumn of 2012. I have also been cutting and rewriting my women's fiction novel. I am going to a conference in May where I am scheduled to meet agent Weronika Janczuk. Yay!! I'm also doing a publication primer workshop-- which is me, other aspiring writers, and a published author critiquing our manuscripts without mercy. (okay, there's probably going to be a lot of mercy, but still it will be an intense six-hour experience.) I'm filled with gratitude for this opportunity.
Lately, my youngest child has been making great strides with reading. He struggles with this skill daily and is about a year behind his peers. When he finally grasped the concepts of silent-e and blended letters, I felt tears gathering in my eyes because I can't imagine life without reading, without an understanding of words and stories. I credit Brian Selznick with my son's breakthrough. Owen loved The Invention of Hugo Cabret. We bought it at a small bookstore when we were on vacation this summer at the beach. We would curl up and I would read it aloud, and soon, other children would join us. This book became a family event. Santa brought my little, grey-eyed child the newest Selznick creation, Wonderstruck. We began reading it last night after a laborious hour of homework. Already, I know it is going to be wonderful. Owen hung on my every word.
I am so grateful for writers. Mr. Selznick, in particular.
Happy New Year!