It has been so busy lately that I feel like there hasn't been time to draw a decently deep breath, much less just fritter time away or think about things just because I can or--gasp!--waste a couple of hours just because they're there.
There's been a lot of promotion going on. For A Heartwarming Christmas. For a free Thanksgiving story. For a brand new right-out-of-the-box newsletter. For my April of 2016 book, Every Time We Say Goodbye. Even a little in passing for Kristi's fabulous new book, First Love Again and Nan's The Summer of Second Chances because, as writers and friends who have great faith in each other's abilities, that's what we do.
We went last night to see Spamalot at Tipton Community Theatre. I'd never seen the play before and I'm not a big Monty Python fan, but it was hilarious! Duane's rehearsing for It's A Wonderful Life. He's Bert the cop and having a good time.
Sometimes I even write.
I'm writing this blog on Sunday. So far today I have eaten a bologna sandwich and dry Froot Loops
for breakfast--don't judge!--skipped church because of a lingering cough and sore throat (but went over and printed bulletins and changed the sign so I feel like I've been there anyway), done the morning stuff on Facebook, and...this. And now, as soon as I'm done with this, you know what I'm gonna do?
That's right. I'm going to fritter. I'm going to cut quilt pieces. And watch Hallmark movies. And maybe eat another bologna sandwich for lunch. It will be just a day, and, once again:
“What day is it,?” asked Pooh. “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.“My favorite day,” said Pooh.” ― A.A. Milne
Just a thank you, as Veterans Day is Wednesday, to all those who serve. We are romance writers, we write about heroes and heroines all the time. Thank you all for giving us such a great baseline to work from.
Have a great week!