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 and
Shark sound especially promising.) And old ones to look forward to (
Veronica Mars and
Smallville, 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.