Whatever was preventing me from writing (writer's block? going through a natural process? bad karma coming back to bite me in the butt?) is gone, and I am now back at work on my novel.
All I can say is: WHEW. What a relief!
To celebrate, here is my favorite photo of me, ever. I am the wee baby and my sister is holding me. As you can guess from her hair and frosted lipstick, this is in 1966. Her husband walked in the room with a camera and saw us smiling at each other. Awww. Wanting to capture the moment, he said HEY to get us to look over at him, but he startled us, and got this pic instead. Which is possibly even better than some boring photo of a smiling baby, don't you think?
I love how the little bit of drool makes my lips look shiny like hers. :)
Can you see the family resemblance?
I DO see the resemblance and you're both beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAnd so greatl that you're back to the novel, absorbed and humming along. How exciting!