Well, this week flew by. I almost feel side swiped. Did it feel that way to you? It's like Ms. Doubtfire...it was a fly by fruiting. Only it was days instead of actual fruit.
The hubby and I did decide it's time for a vacation. It's been more than a year, and we're definitely feeling it. We've decided to see Mt. Rushmore, the Custer Battlefield, and then Yellowstone. I've never been to any of them and neither have my girls. So, a bucket list item is getting crossed off.
I'm pretty excited. I think it'll be fun just getting away and regrouping. Plus, it's educational. It's one thing to read about something, it's another to actually see it.
It's been a strange week. For months now, I've had my days planned and suddenly, I don't. Which lends me to thinking. Thinking always gets me into trouble.
Things such as...
I should lose weight. Only, I don't sleep the night before and the last thing I want to do is use Truvia in my coffee so out comes the maple syrup. It's only a touch (no really!) but I shouldn't have it.
Those book covers I just made for the Fake Marriage series. Do I really like them? Like how much do I like them? Will my people be upset if I change them again? Do they notice things like that? No? It's just author over-obsesson? Okay.
Should I cut my hair? My hairdresser is back in town for a week, and I love her so I should have her do my hair. But I kinda like it this length. Can I last the next six weeks? My hair grows pretty fast.
Oh! And the cats. I'm telling you the little gremlins have it out for me. I'm trying to get to sleep and the fat one decides to stand on my liver when I'm just at that almost asleep stage. And another wants to sing the song of his people...at 2am. Next thing I know, it's a chorus.
The list goes on which is why I don't immediatly zonk out when my head hits the pillow...unlike my husband who can literally be in the middle of a conversation and start snoring. Like doesn't this man have the universe to ponder?
Whew. Apparently, I have way too much time on my hands. I will say, that the young adult book that I'm working on is coming along. I've given myself a deadline of getting it to my editor by the middle of this month. Which means my little fingers are busy. So there's that. I'm still a little burnt out. Still a little tired. But it gets better each day.
Okay, I kinda wrote a short story...sorry about that.
This past week was one doozy of a week.
The house was finished up and put on the market. It sold in about six hours. I knew it would sell pretty quickly, but not that fast! I’m thankful though. It’s going to be a great home for the family who bought it. That was Wednesday.
On the same day, I found out that Sweet Kisses came in at #37 on the USA Today Bestseller list. That still hasn’t quite hit. I was in a set with twenty well known, talented authors. If you’ve been waiting for the set to hit Kindle Unlimited, it’s there now.
It’s been a wild week emotionally. Now that I’m no longer spending every waking moment readying the house, I can get those books out that were won. I will be sending them out this coming week. I’m sorry I’ve been slow.
I’ve been slow about getting new stories out too. I hope to fix that as well.
Okay, it’s the weekend and I’m ready for a celebratory glass of Hawaiian Punch.
Did you hear my hallelujah shouts today? The painting is done. I’m so happy I could cry. If I’m financially able, I will never paint again. It is the job that seems to take forever. But it’s done and there are just a few minor things to finish and the old house will be on the market. Whoooohooo!
There’s a bit of sadness there too. That little house was where we regrouped and caught our breath after being in a town we just didn’t like or feel welcomed in. It’s the little house that sheltered us when we’d felt so beaten and broken. It’s the little house where I published my first novel; where my husband took a leap and started his own business. It held us while we mourned Joey, our sweet boy kitty, and the house where we grew to love Roary, the kitty we rescued from the pound.
I hope the next people are as blessed as we were in that house. I hope they find it to be the shelter and home they need. It’s a great little house. I’ll miss it but I’m also thankful for the new one too. I’m growing to love this house more and more.
Okay, I’ll stop. It’s been a long week of hard work and it’s time to drink a glass of tea and rest a second. I know I still have books to get out and I will as soon as the house is done, which should be this weekend.
Oh my goodness. Painting. I have paint in my hair, up my nose, and everywhere else. Why? Because I'm painting my old house to put it on the market. It makes me wish I'd put saran wrap over the entire house to keep dirt off the walls. Or that plastic that used to be on couches. Something. Anything that would have kept me from painting.
Also, my arms and legs feel like they might fall off. I'm feeling every bit of 46 this week, and I still have more painting to do. Not a lot, but even a little right now is more than I want to do. I hope I never have to do it again. I probably will, but just the thought makes me want to cry.
Happy Belated Father's Day. We spent yesterday doing what my husband wanted. He wanted a new ladder for his business and he wanted fish and chips at a local restaurant. So, that's what we did.
I didn't plan it, but he got a new truck on Saturday. Well, not new, but new to us. He had an accident when he was younger and fractured his hip. The truck he's been driving has a deep seat that puts his hip at a weird angle and he hurts a lot when he's done working at the end of the day. So, we found a truck that doesnt hurt him. I'd wanted to buy him a pickup for a long time. Gifts are my love language (yep, read it when we were first married) and I do love him.
He's a great dad. Amazing provider. Best Friend. Husband. He's a good man with good heart who loves Christ. I couldn't have asked for a better man to walk through life with. I'm blessed to say the least.
You're probably wondering what the subject has to do with writing or books. Well, nothing really. I mean, I did buy two books, but mostly, it's fun to go tooling around with your friends and kids on a Saturday morning looking for things you didn't know you needed.
Now, granted, most of the things you don't know you needed are really thing that you really didn't need. But it's only a dollar, right? A buck for something I think I need but don't really need is an amazing deal.
There are flies in that logic oinment, but we muffle those voices while on the hunt for said needed-unneeded items. I will say, I did find a paper towel holder. It even has the little arm thing sticking up that holds the paper down so you can rip it off eaiser. I actually did need that.
My oldest found a set of woodworking tools and has been whittling the last week instead of hiding in her room. I've got several pointy sticks now and I'm quite relieved because if we have a break in, I've got a sharp stick to poke someone with.
The youngest found many craft items such as ribbon, cotton balls, some gold tape and a few Littlest Pet Shops. She loves those things and I can assure you we didn't need anymore. I think they make those things cute so mom's have trouble saying no.
My friend found clothes and a patio table and we scored three porcelain dolls for her little girl. She's going to try to restore one of them. It was totally cute too. A little fairy doll blowing kisses.
All of this to say, I'm writing this on a Thursday night because I forgot last weeks Friday email. I'm to the point where I have to do things when I think of them otherwise I forget them.
As you can tell by my last email, I've been in a bit of a funk. It's been hard to write. Words weren't cooperating when I tried to put them together in a sentence.
So, I thought I'd tell you guys where I'm at. I'm going to be writing what I want to write for a little while. I know I have some characters that you are eargerly waiting on. I want to tell those stories, but right now, I can't. And to give you guys stories about those loved characters that do them justice, I need a little time.
That brings me to what I'm currently writing. I'm writing YA. It's different from my previous stuff because it's first person (nothing like Broken Like Glass--so for those not interested in that, don't worry). Doing something different, using a different POV style has been rather refreshing. I don't know how many I'll write, but I'm hoping (and praying) that the change will help fill the well that's feeling so dry at the moment.
I want to say that I appreciate those who have sent me emails lately. They've been a blessing to me.
I cannot begin to express how wonderful it was to receive such an outpouring of encouragement and support from all of you. It meant so much to me. I’ve been having a rough few months when it comes to writing.
Sometimes, it’s hard for me to stop thinking and worrying and stressing. I suspect I’m not the only one.
It was suggested that maybe I’m supposed to just pause and take a breathe. And I agree. While there is still part of me stressing about this, that, and the other, I’m reminded to be still and know that He is God. (For those who share my faith.)
In the midst of a hailstorm, He’s the shelter. That doesn’t mean I don’t get a few dents. It means He’s the one who can take those dents and use them for His purpose. What that is, sometimes I know and other times, I don’t. What I do have is faith that I’m loved.
I’ve been up since 4 am, and as I’m reading over those three paragraphs, I realize I’m waxing philosophical. Shoot, at this point I’m just happy these sentences make sense.
Anyway, you may or may not remember my participation in a Christmas Anthology. Well, I have that story back, and I’m giving it to you all (yes, you can share the link, and no, they won’t have to sign up for my newsletter.) It’s my way of saying thank you for reading my stories. Just click on the cover and it’ll take you to the page where you can download it. :)