In case you’ve been hiding under a rock in your yoga pants while being distracted by shiny things all day like I have been, we need to acknowledge that today – well for the next, um… few measly hours, that it is:
NATIONAL AUTHOR’S DAY!
Yep, I searched it on Google, and Google said that THE OFFICIAL day is November 1 st, so it has to be a fact, right?
So this post is for all of you who get up every day, push the kids out of the house, and attempt to write about the crazy shiz that rolls around in your brain. For those of you who have never attempted to write a novel, most of the time we are like this:
“Why did I think this was a bright idea?” 
At least forty times a week, we want to do this:
“I hate my writing. It all sucks. You must die.” 
Sometimes, it leads to this:
Or this:
Our families wonder where the hell we went. The kids resort to texting us while we’re in the same room.
Our husbands eventually get frustrated with a dirty house and sink full of dishes and with any luck they kick in to help.
But while they are doing the dishes, we are imagining this:
And this:
And most definitely this, because that’s in the book too.
While doing this:
Which hopefully leads to this:
And NOT this:
And we thank the heavens for:
Until we get to the ugly parts about being a writer:
On Release Day, we are like this:
Until the reviews that tell us how much we suck start rolling in:
When all we wanted was for you to be this:
And maybe just a bit of this:
So for National Author’s Day, I guess there is only one more thing left to say:
GO HUG AN AUTHOR TODAY!