I love my sick child

In every parent's life one must admit a hint of evil in our selfish thoughts and wishes. Today I realized mine. I wish my son was always sick!

Now some of you are immediately shouting "Off with his head!" But before you roll out the Guillotine and start passing out the cake let me explain my madness.

I don't wish for any debilitating illness or disease or any lifelong curse. I am simply enjoying the child who currently is laid out with a flu who is soft spoken and gentle. The usual tornado is now saying "thank you" over and over and cuddles better than the best stuffed animal. 

I told you it was selfish. I am enjoying the lull in the chaos that is stuffed into an abnormally tall and energetic 3 year old. 

I promise I won't take him to playgrounds when I hear of a cold or flu outbreak. I am just relishing the moment.

In publishing news...I have received the second rejection notice from an agent who let me know she couldn't connect with my characters. At least she wrote back...

Shadow mountain publishing sent a note saying they get a lot of queries and would need time before they would respond. Thanks?

It felt a lot like asking a girl to the prom. I even told them I had my own car and enough money for a nice meal at Denny's. I know how publishers are short on nice meals...I'm hoping my high school charm is still in effect.

Meanwhile back at the Batcave...

I moved my studio down to the basement where i can work and lurk in the shadows. I was "organizing" my old crap and stumbled upon this priceless gem. My 1st grade interpretation of Star Wars (circa 1980) From Luke's outfit it's from Empire Strikes Back. Needless to say, I have come a long way although I still draw Chewbacca the same say. Why mess with perfection.

I have also resurrected an old children's story I was working on several years ago to keep my brain occupied while i wait for agent responses. So until then it's off to discover where in the world the odd sock goes!