The kid is in middle school now. How that happened, I don’t know. A watched pot never boils, or so the saying goes. I’ve never tested that out myself. Who doesn’t have better things to do with their life? I do know that a kid grows up fast no matter how watched he or she is, though.
Monday was orientation at Em’s school for parents of incoming middle schoolers. It was advertised as giving parents the tools to survive the next two weeks. What kind of school is this, anyway? Is the likelihood of my survival over the next two weeks diminished because my kid is going there? I need tools? What kind of tools? When the two weeks are over, is it safe to put down the tools and come out of hiding?
At the orientation they (whoever was talking–I’ve no idea) kept saying they knew we were all scared. It’s such a scary time. I looked around. Do these people know something I don’t? Why am I not scared? I’m certainly starting to feel nervous though, where are my tools! All I see is a slide show!
I’m reading through 601 for the second time, checking for continuity errors. It’s inevitable that there will be considering how much the plot and solution changed along the way. A couple more times through and finally it will be off to the proofreaders, and I’ll be on to the next book. I’m looking forward to it.
Happy reading, and now it’s time for me to get back to editing 601 Suspense Street…