OK, so you won't actually ever, EVER see me run. Trot, maybe. Maybe.
Sorry, I'm late blogging today. I actually had a great one in mind, but then I fell asleep over corrections for my April book, HOUSE OF SECRETS, and woke up late for work.
See. Ramona. Scurry.
DEEP breath. I have a meeting at one, and I've just finished moving into my new apartment. Got home yesterday to find that they had ripped out the bathroom floor (long story), so my eyes are a little weepy from the dust. Need to go see my daughter tonight, and this weekend is the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville, which is HUGE. Love it. A premier literary event for the area and a number of Christian authors are participating this year, which is a really nice foot in the door. I'm speaking on a panel Sunday: "Cops, Kilts, and Vampires: The Many Faces of Romance."
In between sessions, I need to run to my house to clean and try to get it staged for selling. I also have two writing deadlines, and my brother is coming down from Virginia next week, so I need to find time to see him and my mom.
See. Ramona. Pant.
But, in my experience, life is a rollercoaster for all of us. While I'm swarming around, so are most of my friends. We dash about, trying to grab as much of life as we can.
So here's hoping you can take a breath this weekend. Inhale. Snuggle up to God and just say...thanks. For everything.
See. Ramona. Pray.