it's done!

I'm sorry to be so long in posting, friends. I've had my face in my computer almost constantly. I've been up since 3 a.m. this morning. I am exhausted. But I just e-mail the manuscript--Use Your Words: A Writing Guide for Mother--to my editor. (It hasn't sunk in yet. I just feel numb.)


Andrea suggested having a virtual margarita party to celebrate. What I'd really like at this point is a nap. But my 83-year-old dad has been watching Zoe and my nephew all morning, and I need to relieve him. And tonight: dance recital. Oh yes. And I ma even in a small portion of one of Stella's numbers. Very scary. I know.


I'll be more present here now. I promise.