Don’t get me wrong. I love writing. It’s just that it’s a job. Granted, it’s one that I love to do , but it’s still a job, especially when you have deadlines. Everyone who knows me is aware that I am struggling with the deadline for CHICKEN CACCHIA-KILLER. The words just aren’t flowing like they should, and I’m getting pretty nervous about it.
BEEF STOLEN-OFF released on July 3rd and I’ve been spending a lot of time promoting it with a modified blog tour and book signings. I’ve made the commitment to record LIVER LET DIE for the blind and handicapped, never dreaming I would be in a sound booth doing all the editing myself. I assumed it would take a month tops, but I now know I will be lucky to get it done in 6 months. I am going on a vacation with my family for a week at the end of July, and I will be babysitting my two granddaughters (15 months and 3) for 10 days at the beginning of August.
Truly, I should be writing now. But when my sisters and my nieces decided to come for a visit, I never even hesitated. I love my family and have so much fun with my sisters. This year was a little different, though. One of my nieces who works in retail and never gets much time off decided to come this year. This is really special to me, since she is the one who lost her 27 year old daughter to a pulmonary embolism a few weeks after knee surgery three months ago. The night before I was scheduled to fly out of Dallas for the funeral, we had a horrible tornado come through that did a lot of damage to over fifty airplanes. Most of the flights were cancelled, and I found myself at the airport waiting until I finally decided I couldn’t get there in time and went home heartbroken.
So, seeing my niece was special to me. She’s still very much in the throes of grief as you can imagine and she can’t understand why God would take her only child—a child, I might add, who was such a good kid and just starting her life after college. I wonder about that, too.
She leaves tomorrow to go back home, but I think the visit was good for her. We did a lot of laughing, a lot of crying, and a lot of eating comfort foods. My heart aches for her, but all I can do is to keep praying that God will give her the strength to make it one day at a time.
I should be writing, but some things are way more important. Loving my family and friends and being there when they need me is at the top of that list. So, I don’t feel the least bit guilty about not writing this week or either of the two weeks coming up when I will be spending time with my family.
What about you? What are you doing instead of writing?