Imagine you’re 15 and your undocumented immigrant mother has told you that the family is running away, again. You shove everything into a trash bag, and help your little sister do the same. At 3 am you arrive at the Sonoran Court Apartments, your new home. Your neighbor is a shadowy Sudanese immigrant. His ties with the supernatural world are terrifying, and he’s trying to convince you that you’re in danger. This is Daisy’s life.

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I’m sitting in a workshop with Janet Reid, aka The Query Shark. I just have to say, she’s hilarious. This crowd doesn’t seem to completely realize this, but she is.
I’m glad I’m here. I’m glad I’m learning. And I’m glad that the main message, over and over, is, “it’s all about the story.”

So what that means, in short, is I have to get back to the story. Grrr. No, really, I love the story. I do. I just have to finish my revisions. You know, making the story better. The plot chasm I’ve been fretting over has a solution that I’ve been working on, so there’s that.

So now it’s time to get back to it. After the workshop, of course. I can do this, I know I can. Daisy needs me.