It’s amazing how one little occasion can change your entire life.
My daughter has really put a lot of things into perspective for me, and one of those things is the fact that I can’t seem to get enough of her. Leaving her with her grandmother this morning nearly broke my heart. I can’t stand being away from my baby, even for a few minutes. This day is now dragging on and on and on, and I’m counting down the minutes until five o’clock.
I’m also facing something I’ve been trying desperately to avoid for the last thirty years.
My father’s mortality.
He’s still strong and very much alive, but he’s facing a procedure later this week that could very easily turn invasive, and the thought of it scares me to death. He’s 65 years old with a plethora of health issues, but until now none of them have ever bothered me. This does… and I won’t have a clue what’s going on until Wednesday. I’m dreading it, to be honest, because even he is a little worried about this one. When my dad is scared, it scares me. He’s the strongest person I know, and the most important man in my life. Today has been hard and it has taken every ounce of self-control I have not to fall absolutely apart.
In an attempt to distract myself from the things that I don’t like I’ve started yet another project. I know, I know… Stop it, Siobhan. You’ve got enough going on already. But I promise to finish this one. That conversation weekend before last with the publisher friend put a bug in my head and it won’t go away. I don’t quite know where this project is going yet, but it’s going pretty well. Could be because it’s being written by hand, and I haven’t done that in a long time.
Alright already… what is it?!
I’m finally getting off my duff and writing the much-requested sequel to Marked. Don’t have a title or a strong storyline yet, but I have a beginning and a vague direction. Russell and Tabitha tend to change things on me anyway, so I’ll just let them tell me what’s happening. Plus I think I’ve found a way to work in tomorrow’s short for Tuesday Tales.
We’ll see how it goes. But for now I have to go play Mommy – sort of – and pick up my teenager. She gets out of school in nine minutes. Good thing I only work six minutes from the school, huh?