Well, my good friend JC (no, not Jesus Christ) is a Leap Year baby. And this is a year she can actually have a birthday party. Technically she is only 11 years old, but really is 44. She looks amazing and honestly looks closer to 11 than 44.
Her party was a hoot - just a few couples, lots of champagne, a Barbie doll cake that looked just like her and food to die for. The doll in the cake even had a little doggy in a purse just like her precious pup Miss Coco Chanel!
I wrote a poem for Miss JC called Princess JC. It has several stanzas and wouldn't win any prizes, but it is super cute. I wrote it in about 10 minutes. It made me remember I am a writer. Sure, I've dabbled in blogs. I've been published a few times. I even used to be a daily newspaper reporter. But even with all that, I have forgotten. I have forgotten I am a writer. I have let the stay-at-home mommy gig define me for too long. It is time to start making my writing a real gig and not just a memory or something I do because I can't sleep.
I need to pull out all my old manuscripts and get busy. Please make me do it.