Happy end of 2012! Can you believe it's the last day of the year already?!
We're spending the last little bit of 2012 hanging out with Cindy Holby. If you haven't met her she writes historical westerns and is just fabulous. She has a new release, Colorado Heart , that I'm itching to get my hands on.
She also writes YA dystopian as Kassy Tayler! The Huffington Post called it a likely successor to Hunger Games. Pretty neat, right? She works with animal rescue too which makes her even more awesome in our opinion since we do too!!
So, I'm handing off to Cindy for a bit so check out her guest post and leave her some love!
I had to laugh when I saw the name of this blog. Herding Cats pretty much describes my life in the past year. Since October 2011, we have had a wedding for my youngest son, and then a few weeks later we lost my dad, which was not un-expected as he’d been dealing with a lot of health issues. In January my oldest announced his engagement and my youngest, the newly wed announced that we were going to be grandparents in September. In May our oldest broke up with his finance for all the right reasons and met somebody else. In September my oldest announced he was getting married the end of October of 2012 and the same week, Hayes was born. During this time I also wrote two books while promoting the release of three.
Deep breath. Did I mention that these two books are totally different genres and published by two different houses under two different names?
If you are a writer, writing keeps you sane. But it is also very difficult to write when your life is spinning out of control. Writing is such a mental state, especially for women. We are geared to take care of ourselves last, so we make sure everyone and everything else is perfect before we concentrate on ourselves and our writing. Is the house clean? The laundry done? Then you get to the point where your realize the book has to be done and everything else has to wait whether it wants to or not. But when your father dies or your grandchild is born the writing has to stop.
The last weekend I spent with my dad was a long one in the hospital. I had a book due in two weeks and I had to just take a deep breath and say it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know at the time that he would be dead within ten days. I just knew he was in the hospital. So I left everything behind and just went and sat with him. He slept most of the time, but that was okay. Every time he woke up I was there. We watched baseball, his favorite sport, and luckily his favorite team, the St. Louis Cardinals was making a run for the series. I look back and have no regrets about that time I spent with him. The book still got done, and even though I turned it in four months late, it still got published for its release date.
The same with Hayes, my grandson. I rushed a book because I was trying to beat his arrival. I turned it in on Wednesday and he was born on Sunday. Holding him was more important that writing. And I knew the book could be bettered during revisions. And it was. (just turned those in early even with a wedding)
We are all herding cats and burning soup. Our lives are busy. But take time for the important things. My dad was proud of me and hopefully Hayes will say, hey my Mimi writes books. But she always has time for me.
We’ll see how that works out as I will be keeping him part time when his mom goes back to work. Baby sitting and writing. There are some moms who do it. I admire them greatly. Now if I can just find time to knit!
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