Just another day

Can you believe it’s Thanksgiving? I’m like – uh, hey now. What happened to March-October? Oh…we already had them? =| They always told me the years went by faster when you’re older. For once, THEY were telling the truth. I’m tired. Like, in my bones and soul. We moved. I traveled. I’m just all off. I’m looking forward to the long weekend to reset and get back on track. I haven’t even written something substantial (other than a blog or two) in more than a week. I’ll start getting depressed if that doesn’t change.

While our move was really REALLY hard, just very inefficient and poorly planned really, I am in love with this house. It’s one story, the ceilings are high, I have a gas stove (range) with a double oven and the most awesomest gas fireplace ever. I also have a new bedroom set that is so beautiful it belongs in a magazine. Well, it sort of was. Pier 1. I’ve added my own touches, and am not done yet because we still need a picture or two for the walls, but I really love it. Honestly, my bed is so comfy – I just want to sleep! But that may go back to the whole ‘tired in my soul’ thing.

My husband doesn’t like it as much yet, I think once the move is just a memory it will be easier for him to see the good things about the house. There is, however, a rooster somewhere behind us who starts calling or whatever the hell it is they do at about 4am. Being a country girl, I don’t even notice it – but my husband does. Needless to say, there has been more than one assassination plot hatched against the poor rooster in my house. Most of which involve my cats, and they are not down. No matter how much my husband speaks for them, I know they look at him-then look at me like, ‘Really, mom?’

*Knocks on wood, throws salt over shoulder, crosses random fingers and toes* So, my day job is going really, REALLY well. I mean, sure there’s always like random, stupid drama – but the actual thing of my job, is amazing. I’m working on the brand I’ve always wanted to, I came up with all these new things and they loved them, I just found out we won this crazy proposal I worked on…things are just really good. They used to ask me my goal there and I’d be like, ‘to tell you I quit because I got a book deal’ but now, well, I just don’t know. I think if I lost that part of me, lost the feeling I get knowing that I’m genuinely helping people with every word I write, that I’d be very sad. I mean, I highly doubt someone will ever be like, oh your fiction story changed my life – but hundreds of people will find jobs and people will receive medical care and kids will have therapy services at school, yeah –I’d miss it. I’d miss it a lot.

Speaking of my fiction – can ya’ll believe I’ll be holding my book in my hands in like 20 days? O.O I mean, holy-freaking-crap! Just holy crap. I’ll have to do a countdown – like the 12 days of Playing With Fire. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. And I’ll give things away – so on the 12th day before Playing With Fire comes out, Christy gives to you… =) Now I just have to think of something cool that rhymes with that.

Hey. Happy Thanksgiving. We have so much to be thankful for, you and I. We really do.

See ya,

Christy

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