may all of your dreams...

I was six years old and at sleepaway camp for the first time. The days were heaven -- flying through the trees on the zipline, doing cannonballs into the pool, eating as much macaroni and cheese as could possibly fit into my little round belly. But at night I cried. The darkness surrounded me, and I imagined daddy long legs dancing on my face. The counselors did their best to shush me, and they said if I was quiet, the fairies would come and sing to me, to all of us homesick girls.

After the counselors went away, my tentmates and I were quiet, straining to hear the fairy serenade. And, from out of the woods, emerged this song:

May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun
May you always have stars in your eyes
May you not stop running, not until your race is won
And may you always have blue skies

A dream is something all your own to keep within your heart
To build on when you're glad or when your world's been torn apart
A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal
A dream is something you can make come real

Ten years later, I perched on a scared little girl's cot, singing that song until her tears dried and she fell asleep. Now, I still sing it sometimes, in the shower or in my car. I'm not sure when I stopped believing that dreams can become real, but there is something hopeful about pregnancy...

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I'm sorry I haven't written much lately, my writerly friends. But I am hoping your dreams come true. (Especially those of the fantastic five.)

sara's book trailer contest

Guess who was the winner?

Sara is so amazing! She captured DRAWN TO YOU perfectly!

*giggle*

My blurb for Drawn to You:

"There's a lot of sandwich making in this novel."

-one of my awesome betas

what i like about this baby

(S)he's got a heartbeat.

my mother once said

My mother once said she thought the reason women generally live longer than men is to make up for the time they're pregnant. I'm beginning to understand that statement.

The reason I haven't been posting is because I've been feeling sick all the time. Yes, this is a good thing, but it makes it hard to write or critique or work on my thesis or even teach.

I'll let you know how the ultrasound on Thursday goes. Maybe we'll see a heartbeat. Maybe we won't. But I've seen a heartbeat before, and I know it doesn't necessarily equal a happy ending.

Okay, Jill, stop it with the Eeyore stuff!

The one good thing about this week is that my brother gave me the whole series of The West Wing to watch. Yay! So, watching TWW and sleeping. That is my life right now.