So, it's been a weird few days at the Knight house. On Friday, I was playing in our pool with the kiddo when my foot caught on the bottom and I sprained the heck out of my ankle. Five days later it's still a little swollen and very stiff - no real pain, so that's a good thing. Monday was my birthday - and a national holiday! - but the day didn't feel like either. Probably because I'm still not getting around all that easily. But it felt like the day was holding it's breath and waiting. Today is the kiddo's open house before pre-school starts on Friday and still that waiting feeling is hanging around.
In the meantime, I have one book out on submission and I'm waiting - could that be the reason for the weirdness floating around? - to start the next book. I'm not totally in waiting. I've done my character sketches, have a rough outline of what I think will happen down. I'm ready to write, but not writing just yet. Partially because bebe's school hasn't started and partially because I just can't sit at a desk for long periods of time yet - have to keep the ankle elevated.
So, I'm waiting. And it seems the world is waiting with me. Does that ever happen to you?