September 13, 2007 • Print This Post
I am trying to write. Trying being the operative word. My daughter is filling out college applications. This is distracting for one major reason. Do you know how much college costs? She’s looking at Stanford, so shoot me now. There aren’t enough books waiting in my brain to be written that can fund Stanford. Her second choice is one of the Universities in California, like Santa Cruz or San Diego, which are approximately $23,000 a year. Times four years. Times three kids.
Oh. My. God.
That’s a lot of words on the page, people. So I’m thinking, maybe you could all go out and buy one of my books. Okay, maybe make that two.
Seriously, how did this happen? Just yesterday I had 3 kids under the age of 5 and my biggest problem was having enough diapers in the house while trying to write romance when my life had turned into a horror movie of baby poop and baby puke. So how did I get old enough to have a kid bound for college? I mean don’t get me wrong, I was young when I had her (I was 10) but still …
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