How many ways can you say hug?
Good morning from raw and cloudy Vermont. My latest news? I’m all done my last round of edits as of five minutes ago. My plan is to drop off my hard copy manuscript to my mom this morning before work so she doesn’t have to wait until next year to read the book, and sometime this week I’ll make the time to read the book online one more time before I send it off to the editor for production.
If you notice any typos, please don’t tell me about it. The editor and I have proofed Quill Point until at least I can’t stand it anymore. The time for enough already is now, except, of course, for that one last read…
How many ways can you say hug? Not enough, according to my editor. And does the word “So” have a comma after it or not? It doesn’t, though Word’s spell check says it does. I’m tired and bleary eyed, and I have a cold. Thank goodness we got to turn the clock back an hour.
You know, for the past two years, I haven’t mentioned our current strained democracy once. Nor have I written about the enormous disasters that are occurring. I just wanted you to know that even though I don’t blog about such things, it doesn’t mean I’m blind to them. When I started this blog, I knew early on what I’d have words for. So I centered my themes around raising daughters and learning and writing and home. Occasionally, even those themes challenge me–as you all know. I guess I just needed to get that off my chest.
I leave you with a photo Serena took while I was at the table making corrections. It takes some balance to type with a dog in your lap. He’s worth the effort. Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.