Yesterday was R and my (grammar?) five year anniversary. It’s the longest I’ve been with anyone, and quite an achievement! In all honesty, I think the fact that he makes me laugh is our saving grace. Lord knows that living with someone who knows all of your faults and insecurities, thrown in with the sleep deprivation of raising a child does not make romance an easy thing. Laughter covers tears, and sometimes simultaneously heals them.
I’ve been talking about getting a fourth tattoo, something to represent my son. I had kind of forgotten about it, what with all of the obsessing over trying (dear God, please) to get this freaking book published. Yesterday, Rann gave me this:
A gift certificate to a great tattoo place. Sweet, huh? Though then I realized it might not have been a totally selfless gift, because he has a massive crush on Kat Von D.
BUT, he also sent these to work:
Extra points recovered!
In other news, I told my agent to only let me know when we hear GOOD news about the book, so I won’t dive head on into despair with each pass. I’m terrified I won’t hear anything, and will fail in front of all of you. But that’s all a part of this—putting it out there honestly; the good and the bad.