The other night, I was kept awake by the poison ivy (yes, I am still bitching about that, SHUT UP!), I suddenly had a new idea for a story in my head. Then I wondered, if I decided to try to write this story (short story format), should I try to just jump in and write like the NaNoWrMo format, or should I try to develop a plot outline, a character sketch series of the main characters and try to move that way? I am not sure. Truth is, I will probably never write it. I can write it in my head, but really? I am not a writer. I am a scientist. I am jealous of Mrs. Figby (the of the late blog, Mrs. Figby). She can punch out these amazing poems. I can write C++. Somehow, these are not as compatible as one would hope.

This weekend, Soleil heads off to Girl Scout resident camp. This camp is doing a sample for incoming 3rd graders. This is a Sunday-Tuesday camp instead of the full week. I printed out her packing list last night and she had put out most of  her clothing today. She has camped with Girl Scouts before, but this will be the longest she has ever done it. It will be an experience for us all. It is funny, the radio just played "Cats in the Cradle"(I hate that song) and I just can’t imagine not knowing my girls the way I do. The father in the song gets to his son’s 10th birthday and doesn’t play with him (one of the reasons I hate that song). I know so much about my girls. I know how Luna hides her feelings, I know how Soleil has a streak of social justice.  I know when neither could fall asleep last night, it was because Sirius Black had just died in the book we are reading. I gave them the extra time to try to sleep and I did curl up with Soleil for a bit.

Unfortunately, work is calling me right now. I better go an do it!