Lots has happened since March. I've finished and sent off a short story to Nocturne Bites, an online read for Harlequin. I've started a novel based in the same world and am planning on pitching it to Kensington this summer. I've gotten a rejection for last summer's novel, and the rejection had lots of good things to say and ended with, "I'm just not the right champion for this story" so there's that.

I'm dealing as best I can in the day job, trying not to let anything bother me, enjoying the friends, and just getting the work done.

And my eldest son, my firstborn child, is graduating high school this coming week. A friend who was there when this boy-man was a lump in my belly called today and said where has the time gone? I couldn't tell him. I feel the same as I did at 30, at 17 as I do now. The essential me hasn't changed. Honed, perhaps, grown of course, but what makes me tick is still there.

My brother and his SO is coming down for the graduation. Two friends who were there so long ago around my son's babyhood want to come as well. There's a party afterwards, ten-ish, if you happen to be in the neighborhood.

I'll be the one dancing with the boy-man, his long hair curling down his back, his smile wide.