As the first big holiday approaches, my extended family won't be with us. We will spend the day with good friends whom we have known for decades. It will be a special day and I am glad this may be the last holiday we will spend in the rental. I want my own home again.
As usual, I have editing to do. It always happens this time of year. But I
I am also grateful for all my loyal readers and all my writer friends. It has been a tough week because even though I welcome revisions, seeing those errors, being confronted with the lack of clarity in a manuscript makes me beat myself up. I am very sensitive person and it gets to me, even when I know I can make it right. People seem more stressed this time of year, too. They lash out and sometimes only recognize their own point of view and do not listen to the other side. That is human nature. But when you are the person being hammered, it can be tough. I mean, I cry at the drop of a pin. I would love to spend the rest of my life surrounded by kittens and puppies and babies.
They don't judge, they don't criticize and they don't care if you've screwed up.
Do I wish I could be with my East coast and West coat families where we're all laughing and sharing and playing games? Sure I do. Doesn't mean it would be all Normal Rockwell, of course. But I can dream. For now, I am taking it one day at a time. My precious epileptic kitty Marlowe is teaching me how to do that because I never know if he will be gone tomorrow, taken by this mysterious illness of his. Everything happens for a reason and he was sent to me to learn this lesson.