I know I tend to make the writer’s life sound glamorous and exciting—or at least not boring. But the truth is, it’s more fun to write about interesting things, and not the day-to-day routine. So here we are at the end of the dog days of summer. We don’t travel much in summer because of crowds, so I stay home and work. There’s nothing exciting about writing cover copy and overseeing the final production of my October 6 release, including proofing every comma and quote. I should be doing the first edit on my March 19, 2024 release, but Life keeps interfering. And I’m desperately attempting to plot a story for next July, except the characters keep running off in different directions.
So my most exciting news:
My fancy air mattress blew out and I had to find a new one, pronto, and now the freezer is giving dying gasps. And then there are the tomatoes we waited for so patiently for months—they all came on this week. So I’m making ketchup. I need a play date.