The other day during dinner, the only dinner all of the kids, my husband and I actually ate together this week... my father in law came into the house and announced that my his niece is reading my book. Hmm. We were still trying to figure out why my father in law was there- Did you call him to babysit? Did you have a meeting tonight, too?
"What book?" Okay. That was probably a lame question. But how in the world does someone going to school in Utah suddenly have access to a manuscript in the editing process at Cedar Fort?
I came back home around 9:00 that night. It was another long Irish dance practice. I snuggled up to my husband who didn't mind that I smelled like sweat and after talking about the kids, he told me he had called his aunt. His cousin is doing an internship at Cedar Fort. I still don't know all the details, but I guess they gave her my piece after it had already been edited and asked her to look for any inconsistencies. And I'm thinking, my husband's cousin gets to read the edited version before I do, and she didn't even know I wrote a book before she was assigned my manuscript.
Sometimes I think it's a weird world. Quirky too. At least the aunt said she was enjoying the book. That's got to be a good sign.
Last night my cloggers performed for the Canadian Olympians for the World Special Olympics. What a blast! It was awesome. Monday we are performing again for the World Special Olympics Festival. They are such a fun crowd. It's definitely one of my favorite audiences to dance for.