Last night we got back the copy-edited manuscript of the #wycwyc book.
To say I was excited is an understatement!
I posted that photo on Facebook with the caption:
Holy Crap! That’s the full, printed copy-edited manuscript of #wycwyc. Is it strange to still have I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening thoughts at this stage?
I still can’t believe I’m writing a book! Me, Mrs. Failed-English-101-in-College — MAN, did I hate writing back then.
To say I am overwhelmed is an understatement, too.
I knew writing a book was hard but I don’t think I was prepared for the roller coaster ride I’m currently on. From coordinating work cross country to cover designs, quotes to chapter sequencing this thing is a BEAST! And it’s not even that long!
I’m loving the process overall and so grateful to be going through it with Carla but honestly, I can’t wait until edits are done!
When the email came with the file last night I dropped everything, prioritizing it over cleaning up the dinner mess.
This morning I came back from my 6 a.m. workout to a disaster zone! The 9-Year-Old was watching TV and when I asked if he ate breakfast his reply (in a very der style 9-year-old tone) was,
“Mom, remember? We’re out of cereal!”
I took a deep breath, looked at the clock, looked at the mess and made a very #wycwyc decision.
“OK, buddy, you clean the living room while I make some eggs. I’ll sweep, you grab the vacuum. Let’s get this mess cleaned up before school so we can relax tonight. I have a long day ahead of me.”
I snapped a photo for Instagram but I didn’t even have time to post.
We had 25 minutes before the bus was coming and we were on a mission.
I’m happy to say I got a good breakfast in each kid, the kitchen and living room cleaned and we made the bus on time!
Next up: getting Little Bean to pre-K!
At first I thought we’d just drive to save time but then I reminded myself of 2 things:
- There are only so many nice days left before it’s too cold to walk him to school.
- I’m going to be sitting all day reading and editing. I should get at least a short run/walk in if I can.
So that’s what I did. His school is just under a mile away. I told him we were in a hurry to which he replied,
“OK Mommy, I run.”
He did run for about 2 tenths of a mile! Then he “ran out of gas” — my favorite expression of his — and hopped in the stroller while I ran.
I got back feeling ready to tackle my day and I did exactly that!