I’m going to have to take down my writing tent in six days and I’m already well aware of time leaking away from me. Today I’ve had trouble focusing, though a lot can be accomplished in six days, because I’m thinking of all I want and need to do once I get home.
I need to make changes in my life. Big changes. To fix some things that are broken.
I shouldn’t be thinking about this stuff now, but I can’t help it. Life doesn’t come to a halt when you’re away… it’s running on ahead and in six days I’ll have to find a way to catch up.
In the meantime, I’m working on a new chapter inspired by being up here, I may have been stalked by a giant owl and/or a bear or possibly a cougar last night, and a delicious cupcake arrived on my doorstep around noon and was devoured without restraint by one o’clock. Real life feels far, far away.
I always envy those who have gotten published. I have been working at this for a year and I have gotten nowhere. I know my poetry will only be self-published but my children’s books on the other hand have a real chance. Any advice??
I will make you cupcakes and leave them on your front door. I can, now.