Scattered Soccer Mom
Drowning in Deadlines
I think mine would be: We All Fall Down (playing on the nursery rhyme "Ring Around the Rosies")
Remember when you were a child playing Ring Around the Rosies? You hand, sweaty and grimy from the sandbox, holding tight to someone else. The sun hot on your back. The sharp smell of the dandelion chain, sticky, around your neck. Spinning faster and faster, your hands squeezing tighter and your stomach singing inside you. Knowing your going to fall. Thrilled by the prospect.
And finally falling, your squeals and giggles weaving around in time to the spinning in your head. The feel of the grass, cool beneath your hands.
For the past year, I feel like I've been spinning. Faster and faster, my hands grimy with the work that tries to bury me, my stories singing inside me. Knowing I'm going to be published, thrilled by the prospect. And yet terrified at the same time.
Because falling is frightening. Even when it's fun.
So what would the title of your year be?