Dinner is finished. I can tell by my empty dish.
The Nutcracker Ballet is finished. I can tell by the SugarPlum Fairy dancing…
…and Clara waking up.
The snow is finished. I can tell by this little pile of black mush which is called Get-Away-From-It-It’s-Filthy.
Mom is finished with her Goodreads Reading Challenge. She read 200 books this year, just like she planned.
She is finished with PiBoIdMo, too. She made a list of 30+ ideas, just like she planned.
Now, 2013 is about finished, but Mom isn’t ready. She has one more thing to finish. It’s her second year of The12x12 Challenge. That means she planned to write 12 picture book manuscripts in 12 months. But she’s only got eleven-and-a-half stories finished. She needs to buckle down and get to the end of her 12th story before the end of the year.
Mom says, “It doesn’t count if it’s inside my head.” and “This is a tough time of year to catch up.” and “Dinner is finished. Get over it. You will eat again tomorrow.”