Here in my little corner of Northwest Georgia, schools started back this week. My own two little ones started kindergarten, which was a huge OMGAHHHH moment for me as a mom. And of course I started thinking about going back to school back when *I* was a kid. Back then, I might not have ever said “I want to be a writer.”
But I did. Somewhere, I did, because I was always writing instead of paying attention in class. I was always swapping stories with my friend Michelle (babe, I love you, you were my very first beta reader of all that NKOTB fan fic, and for that…Well, I owe you a few years of therapy). I remember filling notebook after notebook with the stuff, scribbling away in class, even on the school bus.
So now that my guys are riding the bus themselves and I am home alone with Hank (my very, very large dog), my thoughts turn back to writing. Sure I miss the little guys while they’re gone, but it’s nice to be able to sit down and write a few thousand words without being interrupted to try to explain to the dudes why they can’t keep the turtle they found outside in the back yard. Let me tell you, a lack of reptilian intervention is good for my wordcount!
And since it’s really them going back to school, and not me, I’ll leave y’all with the cuteness of 5 year-old twins posing for a photo before riding the school bus for the very first time. 🙂