Pretty soon, we'll be packing up for our annual Pilgrimage to Pinellas County (Florida, that is).
The first time we did this particular drive, our adolescent was less than two months old. THAT trip involved several nights' walking the colicky babe around roadside motels hoping we weren't keeping the whole place up.
There were two-baby trips (imagine a toddle with a stomach flu and a looooong fruitless Christmas morning search for a tube of Balmex), three-baby trips with endless Raffi sing-alongs, blizzards in New jersey, and buckets of toys, logy 2 AM passes through Washington DC and even a Christmas eve in which we broke down on the side of the road in Jacksonville.
I guess you could say miserable-yet-oddly wonderful road trips are now a holiday tradition with us. It just wouldn't be Christmas if I wasn't waking up in a Cracker Barrel parking lot after an all-night drive, shuttling the kids through the chachkas and into the bathroom to pee and brush their teeth and arguing over how many hot chocolate refills might make up for their hellish night in the car.
Anyways.... I'll try to update my query tally when I have more to say. So far.... silence.
Oh, and a holiday gift: one very nice rejection that pinpointed the thing I most worry about in my manuscript. (The start of another hellish holiday tradition, perhaps?)
Alicia over at Slice of the Blog Pie had a great post about the writing-towards-publication journey. It cheered me up, anyway. Check it out!
3 comments:
When you pack your Crocs, make sure you take some socks. It's still pretty chilly down here int he south.
Aw - I hope your road trip this year verged more on the wonderful than the miserable!
don't feel bad, I think everybody deals with the rejection sucks thing....you should stop by and check out my All about writing turtle analogy and read, Don't count your blisters...about rejection. I popped over for the page 99 post, will check back later. Following ya! Howlynn
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