I answered the question, "What are you writing?" without (much) fear or hesitation. Honestly, even. It was otherworldly.
I read a fantastic book in less than 24 hours, which motivated me to finish reading a book I started in January, which got me excited to read the next book, all of which made me feel alive again.
A man in my Korean class told me his twelve-year-old daughter would love to be an early reader for my story, when the time is right. I tried very hard not to melt into a puddle of glee.
Oh, and I suppose there is a FOUR.
I started to own writing middle grade. Because... I think I always have been.
So. How have your weeks been?