No Regrets Allowed

I posted about my publishing journey over on Throwing Up Words earlier this week. Click on over to check it out if you have a minute!

I used to be quite crafty. Sewed my kids clothes, decorated my house, cooked elaborate meals. And then writing fell into my life. Can you say time suck? These days I count having clean underwear and not tripping over toys in the entryway a win. It doesn't mean I don't appreciate a magazine-ready home or fine dining, I just don't have as much time these days to do it all myself.

Have you ever been into a Restoration Hardware store? We went a few weeks ago. I've always crushed on the catalogs but actually being in the store, I'm all, TAKE MY MONEY right now. Okay not really, but we did have their interior designer lady come to our house and talk to us and draw up decorating plans and everything. I know, right? I mean, who hires an interior designer?

Apparently we do. It makes sense since I'm a super rich writer now. *SARCASM* But as much as I love RH and am excited for all the pretty things to come (we plan to go slowly, room by room, because I am not a super rich writer *un-sarcasm*) I'm even more excited that someone else is doing it all.

It's kind of like reading a really good book as opposed to writing one. Sometimes it's nice to just enjoy a story that someone else put in all the blood, sweat and tears into making so wonderful. And that's okay. No regrets. Because tomorrow you will be putting in the hard work on another project, and one day someone will kick back and enjoy what you made in all its pretty and purposely put together glory. :)

The Boy Who Lived

My two oldest children have been in a race to finish rereading the entire Harry Potter series before the end of the summer. One of them is even keeping a log of every character introduced in the books and has pages and pages of names. When I mentioned she could probably find a list of all the characters somewhere online she said, "But where's the fun in that?"

Child #2 and #4 getting their read on. 

Okay my nerdy children, this mom is not complaining. Struggling to get my kids to put down their books and clean the dang house is a good problem to have. But I do have a confession...I've never read the Harry Potter series. I read the first one when it came out and thought it was great, but when #2 was released I guess I just never got around to it. And then after the movies, I thought--what's the point? I already know the story. *ducks tomatoes*

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Do I feel bad? A little bit. It's kind of a rite of passage in the book world, isn't it? But I thrive on the discovery of reading a shiny new story and will 1) rarely re-read books, 2) put the book down if I guess the ending, and 3) try to read it before seeing the movie otherwise I'm never reading it. Sadly HP falls into category #3.

BUT, I really love the stories, and when the Harry Potter marathon came on TV last weekend I was sucked in along with the rest of my family and endured their comments about how the books have so much more detail and depth (mostly from the hubs ;). Can I be a fan even though I haven't 'earned' my HP reader badge? I hope so.

Do you have any I Haven't Read That confessions? Are you a fan of Harry Potter? Can you read a book after you've seen the movie?