Earth Mother Writer

Managed to participate in kids' Earth Day celebrations at school this a.m. AND got three hours intensive editing done before picking them up, which all goes to prove a clear head and time spent with several hundred adorable, thoroughly engaged children, and some nice guys talking about trees, is nothing but a creative boon. I wouldn't have done any better if I'd just sat on my butt all morning.

"She did not think herself a genius by any means; but when the writing fit came on, she gave herself up to it with entire abandon, and led a blissful life, unconscious of want, care, or bad weather, while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world, full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh...The divine afflatus usually lasted a week or two, and then she emerged from her vortex, hungry, sleepy, cross, or despondent." (Louisa Alcott, Little Women)

Yes, but she was not writing memoir...and she did not have kids whose spring break collided exactly with the need to go to her desk and lose herself in that vortex...

Yes, but she did not have kids.

Whoooaaaa

Somewhere in the middle of this third term come the giant spiritual questions. The closer I get to the achievement of the dream, the more terrifying. What if the memoir DOES get published? Do I have the right to tell a story that might challenge others I know? Yes, Yes, but, but...