Wowzers, I can’t believe it is already the middle of August. Grandboy starts school today, online, the weather is pure Midwest summer–sultry with the occasional t-storm, and I’m still in book promotion. Meant to Be, book 2 in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series is free for a few days, so if you haven’t read it yet, here’s your chance. But hurry, it won’t stay free for very long!
Today, my focus will be writing the new series. My amazing publisher has been doing workshops that have been incredibly inspiring, and now Ryker and Kitt’s story is bouncing around in my head like a tennis ball. It’s coming together, they’re starting to speak to me again, and the characters are developing, so all is well.
I’m trying hard not to be depressed about the state of our nation, but it’s tough. Things just feel so incredibly out of control. I’m wondering if this is how adults felt in 1968 and all during Vietnam, how my mom felt when JFK was assassinated. Or how the whole world felt as WW II began to get real. I’m keeping the faith, though, believing in the science of medicine to work out Covid-19, in the power of our Constitution to keep our elections on track, in the hearts of the American people to find a way through the web of dissension that currently divides us.
For now, it’s gratitude time: I’m so thankful for my little pod of family; for work that keeps me focused when I could just tangent off so easily; for dear friends; for my publisher and my editor who have so much faith in me; and for Husband, who always supports me.
Stay well, stay safe, and stay grateful, mes amies!