He spoke these words to me during our nightly ritual of lounging together on his bed, with him reading one of his chapter books and me writing in my journal.
“Mom,” he said, putting down his book, “Why are you always writing all the time?”
“Well, ” I said, disengaging my pencil from the page, “I want to get better. The more I write, the better my writing will be. And I really want to to be successful and make real money for our family someday.”
“But mom, you can’t just do it for the money,” said Ian, sounding twice his age. “You’ve got to remember to have fun.”
Have fun. What a concept. Isn’t fun the reason I became a fiction author in the first place?
It’s amazing what our kids can teach us – if we are willing to listen.
Have a wonderful weekend, my friends. And don’t forget to have you some fun.
Do you have a Note to Self to share? Send them my way.