Clean house? Or finish your book?

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Someone gave me framed and glass-covered words when my first son was born. I can’t remember the exact words—about ignoring cobwebs and dust and taking pleasure in a baby. Because baby’s grow up. Quickly. That was the gist.

I took the words to heart. And both my children and my house reflected this, a choice I made over and over again. Children and writing were priorities. My three sons are now grown, and my twelfth book will be published in the spring, and if I’d worried about a clean house—frankly—this book would be my first!