Hello there, dearies. It has been a while, hasn’t it? I have missed y’all somethin’ fierce.
I’ve been quiet here lately, mostly because I was finishing the book. And my non-writing hours have been invested in family stuff and doing my best to be a non-shedevil wife and mother. Ya, I may have been feeling a bit like Stressy McStressersons.
(And on the family front? Infinite thanks to all of you who have been praying for my daddy. You have no idea how much all your kind notes, messages, and comments have meant to me and my family. A genuine, arms-around-your-neck thank you.)
The month of September kicked my tail, and I all but tap danced this morning when I flipped our old school calendar that hangs on the pantry door to October. September turned me inside out in more ways than one, and I moved up close and personal with several of my own limitations. I am often tempted to apologize for my limitations (limitations like not having space in the fringes to blog), but not this time. A limitation is God’s invitation to keep my focus elsewhere, and I can wrap an arm around its shoulders and say, It’s okay. That’s life.
While this month has left me raw on many levels, it ended very well. With a lot of joy and a few tears, I emailed my manuscript off to my wonderful editor. I then sent it off to my agent Ruth, who is as kind and warm as a favorite aunt. Ruth has read parts of it before, but not the whole thing. It’s all kinds of scary and wonderful to call the manuscript done (for now) and send it off, but I know it couldn’t be in better hands. So there’s a peace in knowing I’m in good hands, too.
If you need me today, I’ll be jamming away to Lady Antebellum’s new album. I’ll also be enjoying french onion soup and a cupcake with a friend at a favorite spot. And I’ll be doing any number of a thousand romantic things I’ve ignored for the past several months–like vacuuming, washing my minivan, and cleaning things that require Clorox.
I’ll take every bit of it, though, raining down like confetti on an ordinary Wednesday.