One foot in front of the other

One foot in front of the other. That’s what I’ve been doing this week, just keep putting those feet down and moving along, believing that eventually I’ll end up where I need to be. If nothing else, at least I’m not sitting still.

The Christmas novella was bettered from being read by Most Favorite Reader, and is off to Exceptional Editor. I think this was the first one that made me tear up a bit when I did the final read through, which either means that I packed some emotional punch into it or I’m a bit in love with my own specialness. Jury is still out; updates as they come.

The day before I sent it off I still didn’t know what to start writing next. I read through my “ideas” folder, and added a few more to it. Found two things that I was tempted to flesh out and dive into, but in the end I put the old ideas away and started Chapter 1 of the followup to Flawed (which comes out June 30th!). Now I’m racing the clock to get a first draft done before the kids are out of school for the summer, and my days devolve into the sucking morass that is life as “mom”.

Also. Things I don’t want to see by my front door anymore ever – snakes. Black snakes, that the fireman who lives 2 doors down thinks may be Water Moccasins (aka Cottonmouth). None of them – I’ve seen 3 different snakes so far within a few feet of the door – have opened their mouths so far for me to check the inner color, but really, if you ask me they can just slither a few hundred feet across the yard and back into the marsh where they should be living. I’m not at all happy with them where they have been hangin’. Their peeps and my peeps weren’t meant to mingle.

I’ll leave you with this uplifting little ditty that’s helping me keep on keeping on.
~Hugs and snakeless days to you