Honestly. Where did it go?
One whole month of summer has passed. Zoom. Gone. I have no idea how that happened or what I've been doing in the meantime.
For one - my book. I have proofed the second proof copy now, have sent it off for review, and refuse to proof it a third time. This is a problem I have. I'm never satisfied. I'm never finished. I find new things to add each time I read it, new commas to rearrange, new paragraph breaks to insert. There comes a time when I just have to let it go. Give it wings and let it fly. Kick it out of the nest. I don't know. I just have to say enough is enough. I wanted to have it launched by June 30th, but June ran away from me. It's as scared as I am to actually publish the bloody thing.
It will be available on Kindle and in paperback in no more than two weeks. Sooner if I can lasso some damn courage and click "Complete setup."
So yes, the book has taken a lot of June away from me. But what else? Job hunting for one. And as of this coming Monday, I will be a full-time employee of BANPO - Big Anonymous Non-Profit Organization. (I am no fool. People get fired for saying where they work and then accidentally one day saying, "Ugh. Work sucks." on the internets.) So I got a job at BANPO, and I'm really excited. I'm also really scared about that. It's been a loooong time since I've worked full-time. And I'm going to miss my kiddie-dumplings.
June was supposed to be a month of fitting in tons of awesome mum-and-kid time, but I can't even recall what we've done that's been mega awesome. We've gone swimming. We've gotten ice cream and eaten fast food. We've been to the park (once). Is that all? I've taken the girls to a day camp at the community center a few times from 8-noon, while Jaguar and I ran errands or worked out. Still, June, she ran by me so fast I barely saw her. Barely stopped and smelled a single one of her roses - or whatever flower is seasonably Juneish.
Well, anyway. Things got done. Sort of. My book got done. I got a job. Watched a couple episodes of Orange Is The New Black. Didn't get much reading done, though. (Two books. Only two books!) Or any zoo/museum/snow-cones/science center action. Haven't found us a house yet. Haven't packed the one we're in. I'm tired. I kept trying to keep up with her, but June just ran too fast, all the way to her bittersweet end.
RIP, June.
I hope July is a little slower paced. I have an uneasy feeling, however, that it won't.
Precisely, son. |
The summer months go at least 4x as fast as the ones in the deep winter.
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