Oh, so you noticed how long it's been since my last post? It's not for lack of things to say. I have a dozen odd news stories to mention, but I'm not sure how long it will be before they end up on here. Life has its own plans... and often, they change without notice.
The next few months will be quiet. That deadline for my book has been pushed up slightly, so I have about two months to pound out a few dozen chapters and tweak things. My initial reaction was elation followed by heart-pounding terror. It's completely doable, but all free time is now eliminated. My "la-lala, this is fun and fascinating" view of the manuscript will turn into "AAH! I'll absorb it all later! Just write it down now!" in the ensuing months. New Years will be my one chance to socialize before the snow melts here in Ohio. The darkest, coldest days of winter will be spent chained to my laptop, making phone calls and sending emails to track down people about the book. But it'll be worth it. Come this Halloween, I'll be able to stop in a bookstore and see my name on the shelf. And the crazed flurry of writing will subside... in its place will be my amusement listening to people comment on the book without realizing the author is listening in.
Another valuable lesson of life: good things come from blood, sweat and tears. Nothing is easy. Hard work and diligence pays off down the road. If you want to accomplish something, brace yourself for a long time of trailblazing and sacrifice. Which is what I'm setting out on now. I'll forgo everything else that comes my way as I plow through this project. As the tulips poke through the thawed ground, I too will emerge from my cocoon of literary hibernation. It means sporadic blogging and setting other tasks aside, but it has to be done.
Just one week left before the dawn of a new year. And what a year it will be...