Yeah, so have I. You hit him with a line-drive in the right place and he's bound to weep a little. But that's not the point here.
So.
Tomorrow is September 2nd. The Friday before Labour Day. Long weekend. Last big summer weekend. After this weekend, it's back to business, back to the slog, back to school.
My daughter is going to school. Junior Kindergarten. She's four.
Seems weird that I'm so choked up about this whole thing. It's a fact of life, it's a part of growing up, it is what it is. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, every time I think about it, I end up all teary eyed and caught between a deep sense of sorrow and a nearly overwhelming pride.
So.
Tomorrow, before I go to work, I'm going to drive her to school. I'm going to help her out of her seat belt (which seems to be more appropriate for a race car driver or a fighter pilot). I'm going to give her a big hug, and a kiss on the forehead. I'm going to tell her how much I love her and how proud of her I am. And then I'm going to hope she turns away before I sniffle.
Then I'll go and find a quiet place to continue working on Rites of Ascension III (title yet pending).
By the way, Blood of War is done. The final draft is here, and I like it. All I'm waiting for is the cover art. I realize it's an afterthought here but I'm thinking about my little girl.
Sorry for the maudlin ramble.
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