tonight, i asked M what i should write about after she went to bed. this turned into a conversation that i hadn't exactly thought about. she had no idea 1) what a writer was, and 2) that Mommy was one. i tried to explain that the stories that we read every night are written by writers. this explanation, which seemed to sink in but must not have, turned into a huge mistaken identity as M thought that Mommy wrote the Fancy Nancy books. I swear, trying to explain ANYTHING to a three-year-old is enough to send you quite over the edge!
so, after much explanation over the fact that Mommy did NOT write Fancy Nancy, and that Mommy does actually write stories (although, again, NOT fancy nancy), she went to bed. i, however was left with the quandary that i did not write fancy nancy... so, i am left to write my blog- about fancy nancy. and hopefully start to write actual stories again. some day. soon.
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