“Mommy, can you push me on the swings?”
“Sure, buddy. Let me finish writing this story, and then I’m all yours.”
(Sometimes I blog on my iPhone. It’s a handy trick, that touch screen with all its online accessible options. Hooray for Steve Jobs, and may he rest in peace.)
Tyler announced from his perch on the swing, “Did you hear that, everyone?! My mommy is writing a story! That’s because she’s an author! Do you know what an author does? They write books! She’s going to be published! Do you know what that means? It means you can buy her books and read them!! Buy her books and read them!”
Well, thank you, little Mr. Public Relations and Marketing Consultant.