A New Season in the Wind

Good morning to all!

The wind is blowing here in Southern Oregon, and I sense fall in the air. We've been here a year now, and I'm eyeballing the leaves to see the first signs of yellowing leaves. I see a hint on the edges of green.

My company, children and grandchildren, left four days ago, and after feeling blue, I'm ready to get back to a routine of work. Just my husband and me.

I've thought and thought about what to blog on my first day back after a month. Whew that was a long break and I feel badly about that. But. I did loads of laundry, cooked, and cleaned up after nine of us the last two weeks they all were here (we started out with two granddaughters and the rest of the family came in batches). I had much help and still it was a lot of work, but I loved it. Every single minute of my time with my daughter and her family was good. I am blessed!

I think I'll touch upon projects undone and a new project I want to slowly work on.

My first novel-in-progress, the one that I've worked on for over ten years, has an interested editor. I've worked on that for the editor and have only twenty pages left of changes she'd like to see. The first twenty pages I'll look over one more time before I send them to her as she requested, but not before I've got that last twenty done. Just in case she likes what she sees and requests a full.

The other project I need to work on is my contemporary middle grade novel that is only a first draft. I haven't looked at it in months and it's time. Once I get the first one out, I plan to begin the revisions of this second book.

The third project is much more difficult to tackle. It has to do with my son's life and death at age 25. I've got reams of journals he's left and want to read them and sort out how to begin his story. I think I'm ready. I think! I want to help other parents who've lost children to suicide, but needed time to heal enough to read what I know Joshua left for me. What I think he would want me to write about. It's been five and a half years. I need prayer for that project.

Anyhow, it is a new season blowing in the wind, and I'm ready for it.

Until next time . . .