The Writing Life
I do like weeks like this. I finished a short story, got the galley for my book from the publisher, received an invitation to be on the vampire panel at next year’s RT, and attended a CSI workshop at Regis University. I’m sitting second chair to Susan Smith’s first in RMFW's
writing contest and we’re tallying up scores to determine the finalists. I made reservations for a trip to San Diego in September where I’ll chat with bookstore owners and managers and take location shots.
In other words, it was a writer’s week. Busy, productive, fulfilling.
And the best part, our writer’s group is reconvening after a short summer hiatus. I miss the group. I miss the excitement of presenting new material and reading that of my friends’. It’s a weekly deadline. A challenge to forge ahead in whatever project I have on tap.
It’s a signal that summer is almost over.
Okay, that may be stretching it a bit. But I don’t do heat well. I can’t wait for autumn and crisp air and orange sunsets even if they aren’t over the water. There are new programs to get hooked on (Smith
sound especially promising.) And old ones to look forward to (Veronica Mars
, with or without James Marsters.)
And best of all, I’ll start a new book. The cycle of a writer’s life. You gotta love it.