I woke at 3:27 a.m. with an idea.

Really? Now?

Can’t it wait until after a more reasonable hour like 6 a.m. instead? And when I’ve had a cup of coffee? Or better yet, two?

So it’s a wonder I can sleep these days. I came very close to quoting that song – you know, Paul Simon singing about ‘life’s education hadn’t hurt him none’. But seriously, when do I get to sleep if my mind keeps running like someone wedged a pipe onto the gas pedal to the floorboard with a full tank of gas?

Between my normal duties at work, there is The Biography Project, a spring fundraiser I am on the planning committee that needs to get the sponsorship cards done yesterday, and this novel that’s screaming to be finished (okay, shouting, not screaming).

We have a writers conference coming up in March that I really looking forward. My two critiques groups and their meeting dates and this blog… and now this idea. Now I need to discuss this idea with the people it involves and see if it can take flight.

If you read my last post, you learned I am a recovering hockey mom. Alright, that’s not quite how I revealed it to you. This isn’t A.A., but close. The clack of hockey sticks being collected and the smell of the ice never really leaves you. And if you still have it running in you blood, then you know as certain as you are taking your next breath, that the same is absolute for your son or daughter.

Maybe a soccer or football mom can tell if the same is true for them?

So, I dug out my Confessions of a Hockey Mom, and I will begin posting it in small doses. I suggest you read with you favorite beverage in hand (at the appropriate time of the day, of course).

Now, it’s time for a nap before the alarm goes off…..