Strange new twists

I could write about the fact that I haven't spent a single dime for the past week, but it really doesn't mean much. I haven't had anything to spend!
I could write about the fresh, homemade bread, cooling downstairs in the kitchen. Really, the biggest thing I've learned with bread is to make sure I mix a little flour in at a time and knead the tar out of it - success.
But what I've been working on lately is a book.
See, I'm a horrific bookworm. Harry Potter volume 7 had me submerged for 24 hours, at which point I finished it and ran to have hours of discussion with my friends. More recently, my sweet non-bookworm fiancee Jake found a great deal on craigslist and bought me the entire Twilight book series. I have about 72 hours that are kinda blurry in my memory - I was later told that my nose was in one of the books at all times. But then I finished, and like a junkie jonesing for more I went to the Twilight website. There I read Stephanie Myers bio, and realized that she sat down one day and started writing. She has 3 sons, and she would write whenever she could. Inspiring. Why can't I write? The answer came - I can.
So now I'm writing a book. It's fiction, but it's structured by my life. It's about a mother with two kids, the older one has Asperger's syndrome and the younger one is a little odd but not diagnosed. It's about the joys and struggles of being a single mom, being a mom of kids who are different, and the little things that happen along the way.
If you're out there, please hassle me and ask if I've been working on it!