Imagination Failure

"Maggie, you can't shoot [nerf guns] at Becca. You can only shoot at pretend people."

"I know. But we don't have any pretend people."

WIFYR

Up at 6:oo am. Out the door by 7:30. Hope the boys get to school. Drop off the girls. Write and read and talk and listen. Home by 5:30. Pick up the kids. Dinner, dishes, homework, bedtime. Write until midnight. Do it again tomorrow.

I've been attending the Writing and Illustrating for Young Writers Conference and, in spite of the exhaustion setting in, LOVING it. I never realized there were so many people interested in obscure things like illustration notes and split infinitives as I was.

I feel like a dolphin who lived her whole life in a puddle and suddenly found the ocean. A wonderful nerdy ocean.

U2

We had 5th row tickets to the Salt Lake U2 concert last week. And then I got strep. Brian took a friend, but I think he was pretty sad I couldn't go. We'd been looking forward to that concert for a very long time.

So, Tuesday night, I flew out to meet him in Oakland, California and we went to another U2 concert. But this time we had tickets in the Red Zone right next to an arm of the stage. It was like being first in line for general admission without the camping out all night and cramming together. And the sub woofers pounded through your lungs. It was amazing.

Brian took this video on his cell phone. No zoom, this was literally how close we were:

Two hours of sleep and a very early flight home (had to take Becca to dance), still a fabulous trip and a wonderful memory.