I'm afraid I'm going to wake up my roomies with my yawning. It's about 11:30 here, and I barely slept last night. So the brain mushes to a halt and I still have stuff to do.
Barely got to the exhibit floor today with no time to look at any of the booths. Caught up in meetings from our arrival around 12 through supper tonight with the Steeple Hill crowd at a delightful Italian place, Azio's. Walked back to the hotel, and thoroughly enjoyed the downtown stroll. I had some great chats (Thanks, Beth!) and feel perfectly inspired by it all. More on all this later, including the meetings. Right now...I need a nap.
Today is my brother's birthday. About a decade ago, he sent me a card for MY birthday that read, "40 is not old . . . if you're a tree." It made me want to laugh while I punched him; unfortunately, all I could do was laugh. Since the late 70's, Ray has lived in Virginia, and I only see him a couple of times a year. Worked for years at Mary Washington College/University as a teacher and administrator, but he's now retired and living outside Richmond. But we're still dropping acorns and trading cards. Only this year, I forgot the card, so I'm going to call him later.
I'm also packing for ICRS - the International Christian Retail Show that used to be just CBA. I will leave this house around 5:15 in the morning, even though I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight. I still need to do some cleaning around here, take Rachel up to Phyllis's place, and try to make the tech rehearsal for the Circle Players' production of High School Musical - I'm listed as producer, but I won't claim to have done much this time. The director, however, is an awesome young lady who has handled the tasks of this show with great skill and aplumb.
And, yes, I'll find time to write. I must.
Time to change Rachel's music. :) I'll blog from ICRS whenever I can.
I'm writing again. If you've read the blog before, you may have seen entries where I talk about writing as my ultimate elixir of health. Wednesday, I wrote more than 3,000 words, the opening of a new book. A few more, and I can sit back, take a gander, and get back to CLUES. I think this was the log jam. Because I NEED to finish CLUES, I'd been blocking this, telling it "go away; I have work to do." But it wouldn't - and the result was that I'd stopped writing at all. The result was an inability to deal with a lot of other things.
So I took the day to write, and things mentally and emotionally are moving much better. A bit of cheer as returned, and I'm facing some tough tasks that I'd been putting off with a much better frame of mind.
We are so weird, writers. The consuming passion for storytelling.
So...if you are a writer...or you have a child who writes. Let go. Write.
Let's hope I stop ignoring my own advice.