Time Flies When …

It’s true. Time does fly, but so do the hours and the days. Where do they go? I used to wonder as a child what tomorrow looked like. Sometimes now, in my real life, I wonder what today looks like. When it’s going by in a blur, who can tell?

I tell myself things like ‘I need a bigger calendar. I can’t write everything down on this,’ but my son would say, “No, Mom. You need a smaller calendar. You aren’t managing the one you’ve got.”

So, I ask you, how do we raise our children to be so bright but we don’t learn the lessons we’re trying to teach? Or maybe they just pass right through us and hopefully land on our kids.

Earlier this year I wanted to get back to my writing. Well, boy, did I ever get my wish in spades. They say you must be careful what you wish for, and I’m here to tell you it’s all true, every word of it.

I sit here now with synopsis workshop assignments due, with two very full (and large) boxes of library information I volunteered to oversee (what was I thinking?) for one writing group, with goals to be posted for another writing group, and I haven’t even written a book yet.

However, I did have a great first meeting last night with the Sassy Scribes, at a coffee shop in Hayden, Idaho. I also learned there are two towns with similar names – Hayden, ID and Hayden LAKE, ID … big difference. But my designated driver (Hubby) faithfully took the ride with me, we found the place, and he browsed the local Borders while I chatted it up at Starbucks. Such a life … so many manuscripts, so little time!

About beeconcise

A Southern writer living in the Pacific Northwest.
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