First off, Hubby gave me the flu. I have been spraying Lysol around our home since he started to feel craptastic. Yes, that is a word, in my dictionary, at least. Well, I used a whole can of Lysol on the home and then I went out and bought three more cans. One for upstairs, one for the family room, where we gather and one for the downstairs half bath. Short of spraying him down, which today I considered, I didn’t, yet.
I even found Lysol laundry solution. That stuff is amazing, although, had I read, corrosive, on the back of the bottle when I bought it, maybe I would have rethunk that idea. I have to say, I have been using it, and now half of the bottle is gone. I have been on a frenzied tear with the stuff. I didn’t want the flu and sure enough, I have the flu. Grr!
Well, since I am out of sorts, I have been knitting. One pair of hand warmers, one ponytail hat, and now, a pair of socks on the needles. I have nothing else to do and writing isn’t top on my list while I am miserable.
The ponytail hat is really cute and it goes to my great niece, Ainsley. She is a firecracker. That girl is something else. She alternates her time between tennis and soccer. I don’t know how my niece, her momma, keeps up with all three of her kiddos.
The hand warmers go to my niece, Michele, she needed them. I was shocked that she doesn’t own mittens or gloves. Trust me, when I say that after having to get out of the warm car, open and close the gate, my hands were blocks of ice. I can’t even begin to imagine how her hands must feel without hand warmers.
Then the socks go to my youngest niece, Maribeth. She is a teenager and the whole eye roll and attitude, sucks. I was the same way and my sister can’t figure out how her child is just like I was. Wait until she hits seventeen…she has no idea. I was horrible at seventeen. I can admit that now, all of these years later.
I am currently writing book seven. I know what is going to happen, I just have to start feeling better to write it. Book six, took something out of me, I found myself bawling when I was writing a certain scene in the book, my character was going through some seriously emotional stuff and I was so in the zone, I was feeling her misery. I had some trouble with it, too. I found I couldn’t write anymore about it. It is shorter in length than some of the others but, her story was told.
Book seven will end the series for the girls in the Tumbling Green series, and a new series will start with the youngest character in the family. Also, I have plans for two other series, completely different and more modern. Funny how that happens.
I guess I am truly a pantzer, ideas come to me at the weirdest times and I even dream about these ideas. I woke up one morning and had to write down the ideas that were pouring out of me. It is really strange how that works out.
More books will be coming out this year, I have three going to my editor this year. One goes in February. I am still stunned and awed by the fact that I wrote a book, and then wrote several more books, I can’t believe I finally found my passion and it took me more than thirty years to do just that. Never stop trying to find what inspires you, always keep going to find it, when you do, you will be surprised at how it doesn’t even feel like work.