Then there's my family. I have a very nice cute husband, who obviously likes to take care of my kids for me while I write books. He likes kids. I don't have an ideal guy look, to be honest, but my standard when I draw this scene is brown-haired, tall, and blue-eyed. The main point is that he's really, really nice. And takes care of my kids. And loves me. And probably has a nice decent job too.
I have four children in this ideal world. I plan to adopt, but I'd like three boys and one girl. The girl is a redhead in this picture, and she's alone in girlishness, because that's family tradition. I can explain that if you'd like some time. The boys are just boys. Fun like that. One is a baby in that crib, which is a little hard to see. In theory, in the ideal, I was able to have that one baby boy myself, instead of adopting. But of course I love them all. A lot. Despite my apparent disinterest in this picture.
I'm writing, OK?? It's important.
We have a nice simple house, and it's all nice and simple. True story. I don't need lots of fancy stuff. That would just be annoying.
Otherwise, in this world of dreamingness but not pictured, I'd like to still be doing music stuff on the side, mostly something in a community orchestra. I also have a developing "bucket list", which I may tell you about someday, once it gets to be actually legitly long enough.
So that's that! Thanks for reading, and come back next time for a post on how my other interests collaborate with writing.