Blog to Book

It was last year, right around February, that Nate's alarm clock would go off faithfully Monday through Friday at 4:30 am. Its repetitive beeping would start off quietly and then gradually get louder and louder sounding something like a constipated crow on repeat. And you do know how annoying constipated crows on repeat can be, don't you?

I kept interrogating him, "What could possibly be so important at work that you have to be there at 5:00 am every day?". I would get the run around response, "You know, I just have pay roll to go through... bills to pay... orders to be filled out." and then I would respond with my usual, "Oh, well that's lame."

I didn't question it again and just enjoyed my three extra hours of sprawling out and taking advantage of every inch of vacant mattress.

Then March rolls around. March 4th to be exact. It's my birthday and I was awakened by three bed head beauties and Nate. They had breakfast in bed all prepared along with an assortment of gifts. I opened each gift one by one, starting with the kids first and gradually making my way to Nate's. His gift was square-ish, thin, heavy, and no mistaking that it was a book.

I removed the wrapping paper to reveal a beautifully bound booked with the title Beautiful Mess and a picture of our family across the cover- he had made the first year of my blog into a book. I managed to mutter out the words, "How could you...? When did you...? How did you...?". His response was short and sweet, "Remember all those early mornings at work?"

I must say, that those are some well spent, treasured hours for sure.

Now I am continuing with the book. I am currently working on 2008 and it is taking me for.e.ver! Most of my spare time is being spent turning my blog into a book and I'm beginning to wonder what I got myself into... or rather, what Nate got me into.

Here's just a little glimpse of what I've been working on...

It's been so much fun to go back and read through all of my old blog entries and reminisce.

It's reminded me of why I write and who I write for.

It's also reminded me that I should filter my brain a little bit more-

referring to my "sisters" as rocks in socks and writing about fingers in bums is probably not the best idea,

but it's definitely funny... well, to me anyway.

I can't wait to see the fruits of my labors in print!

{hopefully sooner than later}

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