Maybe, just maybe…

Whew. It’s hard to believe the last blog I posted here was way the heck back in July, when the sun was blazing and flowers were blooming outside my window. Now I look outside to a whole lot of brown leaves that need raking. Yesterday, there was even a dusting of snow on the ground…what? (Although I live in New England…what do I expect in mid-November??)

However, as I write this, I also realize one great, stark truth: nobody really cares! I mean, seriously. You’re all busy with your OWN stuff–why would you expend any energy wondering when Cal Armistead is going to update her stupid blog?? It’s a humbling thought…but also kind of liberating, to tell the truth.

So with that in mind, I’m here to say thanks for stumbling upon my page and actually reading this. The title, “Maybe, just maybe…” refers to the fact that I think I’m finally done writing my second book, A GLIMPSE OF ROSES. Geeeez. What a long, strange trip it’s been…to quote an old song. Writing a book is HARD, my friends. And writing a second one is even HARDER. But I’m like an addict, and words are my crack. (Wow, Cal…dramatic much?) Yeah, I’m a little punchy, a little woozy, and can you blame me?

Anyway, this is a poor excuse for a blog, but I did want to write the words and look at them. And now you can look at them, too. I FINISHED WRITING MY SECOND BOOK. Now, I need to go lie down…