I haven't blogged in a long time. But there hasn't been much to miss, believe me. When I received my first editing notes, I pretty much went through a shock phase where I became very determined to get the job done. Then I spent a week completely avoiding getting the job done. Then a stomach virus went through the house, then it was forth of July. I kept saying to myself, "You have to finish those edits." But, I have to do laundry and cook and do dishes and—"No, sit your butt down and finish." Okay . . .
Up at 5:30, edit for a few hours. The kids get up and it's time to be a mom (or something close), clean, shower, take kids to pool, cook, maybe get in some edits or writing, sleep. Up at 5:30 again. Edit. Repeat, repeat. As long as I had those two or three hours each day, I could get the job done. And I did get them done. And I sent them off. Next thing you know I'm digging into some short story or whatnot, and I just can't stop writing now.
I kept thinking, gee, I really need to get back on the blog. But I don't have much to say about my life anymore. What's there to say? I'm a little depressed and I have been for a while. I like to devote myself to writing and art and music; that's where life is good. I'm extremely grateful that my book will be published because now my life makes more sense.
Most of all, thank you for being the wonderful people you are. I may not comment like I should, but I'll try to get back to that. Happy Sunday to you.