I'm tired every day, just like the fall semester junior year. Then night falls and I come to life. I step around the room in time to one a.m., two a.m., child who won't be put to bed, trading morning groans for late-night trance.
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I will admit it here: the Children's Literature conference was far more fun -- and chaotic -- than I'd thought it'd be.
Right now I feel unnecessarily brave. Like I'll submit anywhere and damn, we'll see what happens.
Hutzpa!
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To dancing stars:
Something seems to always want to be said.
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