So much for consistency . . .

It’s been forever since I last posted anything. But it’s not like I haven’t been busy! Not only have I been bustling-busy, but the last month has been filled with the highest highs and lowest lows, celebrations of lives and rememberances of deaths.

November, the month of giving thanks, is never easy. 

The month started out with a high-octane, super-inspiring writer’s conference in Vegas. I made gobs of contacts with fellow writers, learned a head-exploding amount about self-publishing, and felt for the first time in a while that I really can make a living as a writer. I can’t wait to attend the same conference next year. 

From there, it was more air travel, which always sets me on edge, though I got smart this time. I practiced breathing exercises while in the security line and wore ear plugs on the flight. (The sounds of jet engines turns my stomach and makes me feel ill. Concerts do that, too. I know, I’m weird.)

We celebrated my father’s 75th birthday and had a blast. The whole family shared a huge lakehouse, so we had plenty of time to visit and play games and take walks in the fall foliage and to the lakeshore.

Then came the hectic bits of travel again to get home and everyone went back to the work-a-day world to get caught up. Then bad news about a family member’s health. Then the anniversary of my mother’s death stopped me in my tracks–I could do nothing that day. Then there was all the hope and hubbub of Thanksgiving get-togethers. And then more melancholy with the anniversary of my mother-in-law’s death and remembering how hard her last years were.

Yes, the month of November is definitely a mixed bag. Much joy, much to be thankful for, and yet it brings me down with the finality of a sunset.

Today, it is super rainy and cold. I am making soup (white/navy bean and sausage, if you must know) and planning to curl up with a good book while the soup simmers rather than keep diving into the frustration of working on my own book. I’ve had enough for one day. I should save some of that misery/delight for next week. 🙂

So glad it is December, but it, too, is rushing past me. 

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