The deadline’s come and gone and I’m filled with an odd hysteria. The last four days have been filled with a blur of words and tears. This morning, I’m tear free with words running through my head. And my body feels like I’ve run a triathlon. My muscles burn in strange ways, my back aches, I’ve got a headache the size of Montana and my hand has been replaced with an old lady talon. But I accomplished what I set out to do.
I might not have placed first in this literary marathon, but that’s okay. I took each word one at a time and aimed to finished. When I crossed the finish line in the late hours of the night I did so with pride. I met my goal, I met my deadline and I still have hair on my head.
I’ll admit I nearly gave up when I woke yesterday with over 30,000 words laughing in my face. I sat for a whole hour staring at the wall, feeling sorry for myself. Then my mother came and brought me the best thing I could ask for in that hour of need. A Grandma day.
With juice in one hand, a fluffy stuffed puppy in the other, she swept up my daughter and smiled at me. “I’ve got her, go work,” she told me. And I bolted to the office. Those 30K words flowed out like water through a paper towel.
I was able to met this impossible deadline, though I’m a little worse for wear. I wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for caring Grandma’s. So here’s to you mom! Thank you.