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