EEP QWERTYOOP PLOP!*

* Or, what happens when a publisher calls, and you lose the power of coherent speech.

For nearly my whole life, I’ve had a vague sense that I’m going to write books. One day.

But it took having kids to actually reel in that daydreamy notion about the future and grasp it in my cold little (actually sticky, avocado and pear puree-covered) hand.

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