I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed I was sitting in Arthur Levine's office, and he was congratulating me on the sale of my middle-grade mystery series to Scholastic.
However, they were putting me on contract for 500 books, and I was a bit nervous because I wasn't sure I could come up with that many mysteries. FIVE HUNDRED? Who did they think I was, freaking Francine Pascal? (Of course she only actually created the Sweet Valley High series, ghost writers wrote the rest.)
Needless to say, strange dream. I think it's because I read somewhere that Scholastic is actively seeking for a replacement for the Bazillions of dollars the Harry Potter series generated for them. They are looking for the next "Potter." I doubt they'll find it. But at least they're actively looking. So, hmmm, maybe I should submit my series to them? It's worth a shot. :-)
Yesterday felt weird, because I had my house all to myself and the kids again. We ran errands, and tidied up, and I have about 17 loads of laundry to do (sheets and towels, mostly) but things are getting back to normal. I got some planning done (as in deciding which novel to work on) and I read some chapters for a friend, and it was nice to be able to not fight for online time.
My kids are getting taller. I swear Thing Two has shot up two inches in the last three months, and Thing One is WAY tall, now. They can't help it. I'm 5'11-ish and Hubby is 6'3.
Luckily Thing One wears shorts during summer. Some of her shirts are starting to show her belly though. I need to get her all new clothes for Fall.
At church on Sunday there was a boy her age sitting in front of us, and I noticed he sat sideways so he could stare at her. She, of course, was busy writing poems about flowers and was completely oblivious. But he's not the first one I've noticed. Boys are starting to take notice of her, and I am SO relieved that she doesn't realize it.
Of course she insists that she wants to marry nearly every hero in every movie we watch-- she's in love with the boy from Shark Boy/Lava Girl, and I have to laugh because she is "in love" with Richard Chamberlain, or at least the character of the Prince he played in "The Slipper and the Rose," made in 1971. I laugh at this because her Grandmother fancied him once.
As did I. As did we all.
But the cutest is she is absolutely IN LOVE with Michael McBride from Darby O'Gill and the Little People--none other than Sean Connery himself in 1959 when he had all his hair. I showed her a recent picture of him and she gasped in horror: "Ew, Mom, he's so old, now!"
Well, I'd rather have her in love with decrepit/deceased actors than real live little boys her own age. MUCH safer. *wink*
Well, today is Tuesday Toast for Breakfast Day, so I'd better help. For some reason the toaster burns the toast for everyone but me. Which really makes me miffed, because it's a new toaster. Go figure.
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I can't find a toaster that works properly to save my life!
That is cute about your daughter. I have the same thing going on with my 11 year old son. He is quite a looker and gets quite the stares from young girls. Unfortunately, he notices.
Apparently girls like my 13 year old son also. They love to touch his big fluffy pile of hair that he is growing out.
Sean Connery is GORGEOUS! I have never seen pictures of him from years ago, I think he is great looking NOW.
That is quite a dream you had there!
Oh my... I STILL think Sean Connery is HOT. I'd do him. ;) That is so cute that she loves those two old movies. I'm so pleased you're raising her right on vintage flicks. ;) My parents raised me that way and I know it's why I have an appreciation for things like that.
I cannot even being to imagine raising a girl. I think I'd have heart failure every time a boy even glanced her way.
But you know... even when you're 30+, you still want boys to notice you. ;)
HA!!!
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