#13: Several times a month, my cell phone rings, I answer it and the caller on the other end says, “Oh, is this Julie? I didn’t think I’d get you.” And I suppose if I were a conniving business woman, that would be the point at which I’d say “Unfortunately I sent the entire staff on vacation to Miami and so I’m taking all calls for Brave Writer for just this week. Aren’t you lucky?!”
#12: How do you paint two bedrooms at once? Simple. You move furniture, clothes, and bedding back and forth between the two rooms, dripping paint on the carpet and comforters as you go. Easy.
#11: “So You Think You Can Dance” is like watching paintings that move. It is easily the most satisfying competition show I watch all year. I loved seeing the rumba, cha-cha and a ballet-like dance that featured a hummingbird and a flower last night.
#10: One phone conversation went like this: “I was at a baseball game last spring talking about my frustrations with writing when another mom asked if I homeschooled. When I said yes, she said, ‘Then you should try Brave Writer. We love it.'” Nothing makes my day like hearing that Brave Writer comes up on the sidelines of kids’ team sports.
#9: Some couples talk about politics. Some talk about religion. In our house, Jon wakes up and turns to me lovingly and says, “What about The Sound and the Fury? Do you think Brave Writer kids would read it?”
#8: Postage went up. I just noticed.
#7: I’ve spent this month reading about legends and mythology. The more I read, the more convinced I become that the ancients of every culture had imaginations far superior to any blockbuster movie producer. A God creating the world through hatching himself out of an egg and shaping the top-half of the shell into the sky and the bottom half into the earth? And how about the Aborigines calling that lost long ago time: Dreamtime? Gorgeous.
#6: I’m scanning photos of my daughter’s life for the obligatory tear-jerking slideshow for the “Send-off to College” party. In between scans, I thank God, my husband, my dearest friends and family for her life and for sharing her with me.
#5: No matter what I regret, I never regret homeschooling.
#4: Confession: I love to reread my own writing. I reread my blogs, my books, my papers, my journals. I don’t reread any journals from France (where I wrote over a thousand pages of boyfriend angst and homesickness and one cannot tell I even inhabited a place called France).
#3: I miss Italy. As July approaches, I dread realizing that it will have been two years since we took our family on the “trip of a lifetime” to Italy. The sunlight slants differently there. The gelato is more flavorful. And the artwork litters every church and archway. Plus, Rome’s Hard Rock cafe… rocks.
#2: Jon turns 50 in August. He doesn’t want a party. Any suggestions for making it special?
#1: I’m grateful for our Brave Writer community. Your notes, phone calls and enthusiasm keep me going!