So I finished the first revision of the first chapter of my NaNoWriMo draft yesterday evening. I know it isn't "perfect", but getting to where I wanted to go felt fabulous. I went downstairs and informed the girls, "Chapter one is done! Only 29 more to go."
"That's great, Mom," the two of them said. I basked in their encouragement. They even looked up from the television. Then they asked me, "So ... what's for dinner?"
*For more information see "After the Ecstasy, the Laundry" by Jack Kornfeld