My mind if going in a million different directions right now, so lots of sub-categories to this post.
THE HURRIER I GO, THE BEHINDER I GET
My best friend Leanna’s mom had a plaque in their home for as long as I can remember that said the above. I “inherited” (and treasure) it. Ain’t it the truth? No matter what you’re juggling: job and home, kids, grandkids, parents and siblings, business and play time, private and public time.
I haven’t been ultra-good at anything since I learned that my book would be published. I’ve spent a lot of time on marketing and publicity. Less time on writing. Less time on keeping in touch with dear friends, both far away and locally, who have thankfully been understanding.
I am still the facilitator of our local writing critique group, a job I took over in September, when the best facilitator we ever had moved away. Time to give it up. It’s not so much the time (since I regularly attend), but the commitment, feeling like I have to be there each week.
For a third year, I am president of our local chapter of the Society of Southwestern Authors. I kinda like it, at least the control-freak part of me does. But it’s definitely time to pass the gavel, encourage someone else to step up and lead. Not like I’m going away. I’ll still be involved and help where I’m needed.
And yeah, I am still the publisher of our HOA’s monthly newsletter, which I secretly love, since keeps me in the graphic design game and it’s a work of art, more like a magazine.
Then there’s the Origins-USA newsletter, down to twice a year. I can’t bring myself to stop because the issue of mothers is so close to my heart.
Reading the above, you could say that I might as well be gainfully employed! Did I mention that I also do paid freelance work for two local nonprofits?
PLEASE MR. POSTMAN
I’m expecting a proof of my book (as in finished, bound, as it will print) any day now. Which makes me as nervous as the cliché cat on a hot tin roof. Will it look good, do I have to read the whole thing again, what if I find errors? Nervous time! I want it to be done and “out there.” Then all I have to worry about is sales, scheduling signing and selling events. I think that’s supposed to be the fun part.
OTHER STUFF
My granddaughter, who is 15-1/2 just got her driver’s permit. She thinks everyone should be letting her practice, i.e. drive their car. I remember my parents letting me drive when I had my permit. Why is she having so much trouble finding willing car-lenders (with them in the car, of course)? Why I am hesitant, should I be up there on a visit? Do permitted driver’s need insurance or is any car covered for any and all drivers? She asks, “how am I supposed to learn and get practice?” I don’t know!
My hub and I will celebrate our 30th anniversary on February 6th! How the heck did that happen so fast?! We were going to take another cruise, which never had to be on the exact date, and clearly won’t be at this point. Perhaps later this year. We’ll just go out to dinner on our date. Which has nothing to do with the recent crash of the ship in the Mediterranean. There are way many more car and plane crashes than ships. We’ll take our chances.
Over and out for now!
1 comments:
Well Happy 30th anniversary.
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