I took my daughter to visit Grandma yesterday. We spent almost as many hours in the car as we did at the nursing home, but it was worth every mile. They played peekaboo and pat-a-cake, sang songs and recited nursery rhymes. Three years ago, I doubted that I would have a daughter or my Grandma in my life. My heart was filled seeing the two of them together.
After the kids went to bed, I finished drafting the first novel. Coming in at 17 chapters and about 75,000 words, it is my gift to Grandma and my both of my kids. The process of writing it has been a gift to me.
Now the revisions begin.