Thursday, August 12, 2010

May to September

I think September must be coming soon. The stores all carry signs saying "back to school." The house empties out. The leaves start to turn... But I'm sure it was still May last time I looked.

May... That's when two sons graduated on the same day. We went our separate ways to celebrate then came home again. My weekend's absence from virtual interactions would surely be okay; I'd soon catch up. Then our oldest son moved to Texas and we joined him for the drive (real-life social interactions replacing the virtual for a while). The road trip was great and I'd surely catch up on my networking in June, till July came too soon. A few days vacation; my eBook accepted; edits... excitement reigned.

So now it's August and the eBook's officially published and really on sale (http://ww.gypsyshadow.com/SheilaDeeth.html). I pack the car and clean out all the "stuff" from corners and pockets as my youngest leaves home. There's a graduation invitation takes me back to May, and the summer's gone away... Still playing catchup with the internet, and now I'm missing my social interactions with youngest child. I think I feel old.

Ah well, maybe I'd better start writing again. Type all those dreams into Word then eat cookies, drink coffee, and watch where the story goes...

5 comments:

Laura Eno said...

That last sentence seems like a perfect solution to me... :)

Aubrie said...

I bought your book today from GSP and started to read it.

I love the word building. "puffs of monster breath" is really neat to imagine.

Cold As Heaven said...

That's right, Sheila. September is the month that follows August >:)))

Cold As Heaven

Sheila Deeth said...

Oh wow! Thank you Aubrie. You've made my day!

maryrussel said...

Sorry for the empty nest, but I agree with Laura. Sounds like you have found the perfect way to enrich your days with your characters to keep you company. Unlike your kids, you can make them do and say what you want, at least until they decide to take over the plot. Sometimes I think I have as little control over my characters as I do my spoiled and stubborn dogs.