Mom has been going out a lot lately. And I have been staying home a lot.
Last week, she visited her old school for Career Day.
She talked to thirty 2nd graders about being an author. They liked when she said she went to work in her pajamas.
They laughed when she said she wishes she could tear up each rejection letter, jump up and down on it, run to her room, and slam the door. They said, “Eeeewwww” when she told them ideas are everywhere, and if they see a dead squirrel squished in the street, they can write a story about it.
A bunch of the kids said they like to write stories and may want to be authors when they grow up.
This week, Mom visited a 5th grade class in a different school to talk about being an author.
She told them about the pajamas and the rejections and the squished-squirrel stories.
Mom also told them how their teacher used to be her student and how she brought a praying mantis egg case to class and how it HATCHED in their classroom and how hundreds of mantis babies overran the library corner and how Mom had nightmares for weeks.
Mom wrote a story about the classroom egg case and it was published in Humpty Dumpty Magazine. I guess that’s worth a few nightmares.
I did not go to either one of the school visits, but I did have a few nightmares of my own.
They are named the LawnGuys, the Mailman, the FedExDude, and OutsideCats. I had some good dreams, too…