Much as I enjoy getting away, the reality of coming home can be overwhelming. I spent the last week working on one logo, two newsletters, and three ads for clients. The laundry didn’t clean itself and the dishes seem to multiply if I leave them on the counter.
Oh, and then there’s that manuscript that I finally sent off yesterday.
Am I the only one full of angst at the last minute about sending those pages to agents and editors?
My son had a book review published in the newsletter for The Book Loft, our local independent book store, so he was pretty stoked. (And did you catch my post about The Book Loft over on the Shrinking Violets website?) He also has a poem coming out this summer in a national anthology. The last few days he has been plotting out a graphic novel he wants to create, and he and his sister have been making books and planning to have a book sale. I keep telling him that at the rate he’s going, he’ll have books on the shelf at Border’s (and the Book Loft) long before I do…
Today I felt like I caught up. To celebrate, I played hooky with my husband. We went out to lunch, did a little shopping while the kids were in school.
And now I’m back to working on my work in progress. Well, tomorrow. After I finish reading “The Last Olympian.” I *heart* Rick Riordan.