… in the rubbish bin beneath my computer grows steadily larger. For the past two weeks, I’ve been fighting either a cold, an asthma attack, or the worst case of fall allergies I’ve seen in years. None have chosen to commit, however, which is a good thing, I suppose, except that they are all lurking, waiting to take over my life at the worst possible moment.
Thanksgiving is this week, and I have both of my babies under the same roof, so I’m eschewing vegetarianism for the day and doing the bang bang on the whole thing. My daughter, who will be 21 soon, is currently residing in my living room while she waits for her visa to arrive. She’s been offered (and accepted) a position as an au pair in France, so after much paperwork and correspondence, she will be moving to Europe for a year. I’m excited for her, though I’ll miss her dreadfully. Her boyfriend of two years lives in Nice, so they’ll finally be able to spend some actual time together, instead of seeing each other twice a year in six week increments.
Writing projects are moving along, though I’m still in a bit of a holding pattern with my publisher. They seem to have worked out some of the financial issues with which the entire industry has been dealing, and hopefully, they’ll get a business plan together and move forward. I still haven’t quite wrapped my mind around the thought that the final two books in the series will be eBooks. I suppose I’m still a bit old-fashioned and/or vain enough to want to see my name on a printed copy of my work. I am continuing to keep an open mind.
Sorry for the banality of this post … and most of my posts, of late. So frightfully busy. I miss y’all.