Letdown?
NaNo is over. I am still traveling through memories, heading into Canada now.
I've started rewriting a rough draft from a previous NaNo called Capri Capers.
Another book signing is coming up this Saturday.
Winter has moved in. The year is fast disappearing. And the winter blues keep tickling the mind bringing a letdown as I look back over accomplishments for the year wishing there were more.
Why isn't what I did enough? I rewrote both Hazel books, finished Dora's Story, kept my website done and worked on marketing. At home the garden, the goats and the chickens did well.
Perhaps that constant feeling I could do more makes sure I don't stop but keep setting goals. But sometimes a reason to stop and look around arrives.
This year I have two reasons to stop and enjoy life. Mira, my new grey kitten now cat, loves cuddling and playing with a string. Ever cook pancakes while pulling a string? Challenging.
And Silk's new little spotted buck is a charmer.
I look forward to relaxing for a couple of weeks and enjoying them.
I've started rewriting a rough draft from a previous NaNo called Capri Capers.
Another book signing is coming up this Saturday.
Winter has moved in. The year is fast disappearing. And the winter blues keep tickling the mind bringing a letdown as I look back over accomplishments for the year wishing there were more.
Why isn't what I did enough? I rewrote both Hazel books, finished Dora's Story, kept my website done and worked on marketing. At home the garden, the goats and the chickens did well.
Perhaps that constant feeling I could do more makes sure I don't stop but keep setting goals. But sometimes a reason to stop and look around arrives.
This year I have two reasons to stop and enjoy life. Mira, my new grey kitten now cat, loves cuddling and playing with a string. Ever cook pancakes while pulling a string? Challenging.
And Silk's new little spotted buck is a charmer.
I look forward to relaxing for a couple of weeks and enjoying them.
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I live in a city in a house with people with allergies, so the chances of getting any of those were too small to calculate. Instead, I was given a couple of bottles of twelve year old single malts, as well as some other things that I'd been hankering for over the past few years. These were terrific things too and, like books, they're even better when shared. But it reminded me that I was a grownup. That's generally a fine thing to be, but every now and then I want to play with a kitten or think about what life might be like for goats. And now, thanks to you and Dora, I can do the latter. Because if we can't give the kid within us a little attention this time of year, it would be very dark indeed.