Editing: 15% (way down, struggling)
Reading: 100% (way up)
Reviewing: 82% (up, but could improve)
Actual writing: 0% (ummm...)
Ideas: 100% (ridiculously fertile brain)
So far 2012 has just "been" in the writing/creative direction, but I have been preoccupied with a sick child and ailing hound dog. However, I've played with my daughter more. I've cuddled Lucky Brown more. And I've been mentally planning an arts and crafts corner that will solve many problems. Not "life" problems. Just problems relating to glue and sparkles and random tiny furniture. So I'm not complaining, January.
Anyway, while having fun and shopping with my daughter in a crazy little thrift store today, I wandered through thinking how similar my brain was to the mound of building crap that surrounded us.
And then I look up to see this perched above us:
|Artwork by Paula Best|
A unicorn on a flippin' bed!
My jaw hung open for about a minute before I leaped onto a wobbly chair -so old I may have been looking at Thomas Jefferson's booty print- and snatched the artwork off the wall. My daughter and I instantaneously fell in love.
Tomorrow, I will hang it in her bedroom.
Today, I will accept it as the sign I was unknowingly waiting for.
My dog has a cancerous tumor. My daughter had chest x-rays last week and a mystery rash this week. (Her x-rays are clear, by the way. The rash... Hives?) And my manuscript "has NOT left the building" on time. But...
At the end of the day, I just needed a little reminder from a lethargic unicorn that extraordinary things are always within reach.
In our very homes, even.