12 of 12

I read this guy's blog, and he came up with this cool idea where he has people take 12 photos on the 12th of each month and post them, and then he links to us. This is my first time doing it, and thought it a good idea given that it's my last 12th at my current job. Next month I'll post what my new job as a full-time fiction author looks like. (Speaking of lives changing, congratulations to Chad Darnell for landing his dream job!)

Blogger's driving me nuts, it uploaded all my photos out of order, and their movement is not cooperative. So here's my day in a jumble:




The long walk to bed. I dread taking it.








My writing buddy.








The view from my desk, around noon






NOT my self-portrait. I crashed hard against a wall, after a rug slid out from under me, around 4:40 this afternoon. This was taken about 4:42. Look NEXT to the picture, and you can see the nasty bruise better on my pasty shin.






Any day I get copies of my books is a good day.








6:00 p.m. soccer game with kindergarteners and first-graders. Always pure entertainment (and my kid, second from right, scored three goals)






I love 7:15 p.m. in the spring. Driving with the moonroof open. Bliss.







My morning commute. I took this to make Chad jealous, 'cause he's in LA and I doubt most of his highways ever look like this.







The crystal clock was a wedding gift, so even though it's clearly broken, I can't get rid of it.








What I take to work.







First duty, when the animal-feeding-in-the-morning kid is on her class trip to Williamsburg.







I loved this image, with the dew on the flower. Might make it my new desktop image.







Self-portrait, 'cause I painted my toenails this morning to match my shoes, and as my youngest said, "that's just not like you."