By 7 am this morning I had been to Starbucks twice, once with each of my two teens waiting for a bus. I was complaining about being stuck on what I was revising, and how I was a loser, and how did people ever write books anyways, and my daughter was listening but not saying much…then a boy behind us interrupted to ask her if there was a Latin test and when we walked away she said, "His dad died two weeks ago from cancer so he had to miss retreat, but he was back to school the next day. Anyways, what were you saying?"
And I said "Nothing."
Now I will shut up and go finish that chapter.