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Do you remember catching fireflies in Mason jars, and having magic lanterns in your bedroom at night? I do — particularly at my grandmother’s house in Pennsylvania. We’d catch a whole jar of them, sit down in the kitchen and have root beer floats, then let them out again just before we tucked ourselves in to sleep.
There aren’t so many of the little bugs down here, but the magic is the same. After dinner tonight, the kids and I had an enchanted evening racing up and down the street, following the little flashing bugs — like traveling stars — through front yards. I love watching my daughter, hands extended like she’s about to pray, wandering through the grass, transfixed by the tiny green flashes. And the excitement when she catches one — you can see the glow through her fingers.
And speaking of magical moments, I had one today, when I sent my edits off to my editor. I then spent the next three hours looking through the first 50K of the second book — and getting excited about it all over again.
So all is right with the world, at least in my corner of Austin.
How are you?