So I woke up this morning with a revelation. I had to start my blog. I’d gotten books from the library on it a while back. Obviously that didn’t help, if I just now got the revelation.

I could start by giving my idea on solving the world’s problems, but then after that, what more would there be to say? I’ll have to save that for nearer the end of this sudden blog phase. Hopefully that won’t be next week.

I will tell about myself instead, as a kind of introduction. I have four nearly-16-year-olds who need their driver licenses. 14 years ago when I was potty training my quadruplets, strangers in the grocery store would ask, “My, what are you going to do when they all start driving?” I blew them off then. I was too busy looking for the nearest bathroom. But now it is upon us. But they can’t drive yet because my husband lost his job a year ago. And I haven’t sold any of my novels yet, so we don’t have any money. Part-time magazine editors don’t make much money. 16-year-old quadruplets cost money. Especially when they start driving. The insurance, the permits, the driving school, the new fender, the new fender, the new fender, the new fender, the Valium.

Meanwhile, we get more together time in the car as I chauffer them around. Which is great, if I’m speaking to them. If I’m upset, like two days ago when the new job offered my husband was withdrawn, then I don’t feel much like asking them how their day’s been. I’m just trying not to melt down and crash through a fence or into a light post. Because we don’t have money for the new fender.

But today is a new day. I’m fine. I’m speaking again. They can tell me how their day is going. We’ll find out together. Today is Saturday, chore day. We sleep in. We hang out. We clean the house. And I start my blog.