Thursday, April 8, 2010


Day 5 and I'm staying alive. I've wrestled an alligator and the Atlantic Ocean. My son told me that the skin on my chest looks wrinkly--"Is that going to happen to me?"--so I'm avoiding a suntan, much less a burn.

He also asked, just today: "If I eat broccoli every day, will I live to be as old as Jesus?"

"Which Jesus?" I mean, there's Jesus, the Christ, and then there's Jesus the carpenter. To simplify things, I assumed he meant Jesus the carpenter, and told him most certainly he'll live that long, probably and hopefully longer.

Today, I drove to St. Augustine Shores and met my mom's cousin Bill--whom she hasn't seen in 50 years. Got some history lessons. Worked on my new novel, 3rd one, about a girl born with wings--a deformity. Feel like I've grown some wings since I've been in Florida. Bill's wife Laura said, "Are you feeling nervous about your book coming out?" and I wasn't sure what to say. I don't even know if I'm nervous. I guess I am. I know that I'm excited, a little tentative, uncertain, but I haven't been throwing up. I have a gorgeous boy who likes to build castles and dig in the sand. Writing a book is a big deal, I guess, but nothing like having a family. Nothing like having a son. Without him, without them, I wouldn't be who I am and having a book come out in 5 days wouldn't mean squat. I love my family. My mom says, "Who's going to keep you grounded if your book does well?" Easy answer!

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