I know this is a bit off-topic, but since I rant and rave about all sorts of things here that may or may not have anything to do with writing, why not share a little of my personal happiness?
Here I am at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books on Sunday sporting a bump. It has sprung up out of nowhere. I’m 19 weeks, almost halfway, and quite convinced my belly may very well explode before all of this is over. Still, it’s hard to believe there’s a life-form in there. Speaking of which, it gave me its first solid kick yesterday. There have been many wiggles before this, but that was a kick I could see and feel. Also of note, the most wiggles were felt yesterday during both fiction panels. Coincidence? I think not!
And yes, I know I’m squinting. It was sunny.
Edited to add: I accidentally deleted this whole post and had to rewrite it from memory. Blah!