So, last week was a little weird for me. I got a taste of what my life would look like if I was a single gal, no one to force me to walk on the beach, or break for supper, or walk the dogs or even go out for a drive.
It sort of freaked me out.
See, Hubs had to fly to New York for a funeral for an uncle on his side of the family. It was a sort of big family reunion, and while I love his family, we have these two dog, and only enough skymiles for one ticket and I had work to do, so I sent my condolences and my hubby and said… “I’ll get some work done.”
Now, a normal person might have taken the opportunity to read a book. Binge watch a girly series, maybe do some casual shopping.
Not me. I rolled up my sleeves and put my head down and wrote like a Banshee. (and upon writing that just now, I had to ask myself…what IS a Banshee. So I looked it up and egads, it’s this: In Irish folklore, a banshee is a spirit in the form of a wailing woman whose appearance is an omen that one member of a family will die. So I retract that! I did not write like a banshee!)
I wrote like a sled dog on the Iditarod.
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See, I have a lot of projects on my plate this year, and thought…I’ll get ahead.
And BAM, did I get ahead. I wrote, well, a lot of words in 4 days. Like, an entire book. I felt like Karen Kingsbury—bam! I blinked and the words hit the page. (I guess that would be more like I Dream of Jeannie, although I was wearing more clothing.) It was a little exhilarating to have so much time to focus.
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But at some point in my epic writing days, (where I rose before seven and collapsed nearly at midnight)…I realized I hadn’t really moved for 3 days.
I was stiff, hungry and while my brain was having a grand old time, my body said…C’mon Dover, get up and move your bloomin’… (well if you’ve seen the movie you know the ending. 
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And right then, the house began to tremble. Like cosmically, it was agreeing with my body.
Some would say, “when out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my [recliner] to see what was the matter.” Away to the window, I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters (actually I just walked out the front door) and—When what to my wondering eyes should appear…”
But a rocket launching from the Cape Canaveral shooting into the clear (blue skies)!
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Anyway, we live close enough to the Kennedy Space Center to catch launches sometimes and it shakes the entire house and while I was up, I got the mail.
Then I went back to writing, because you know, in my head, people were running from bad guys.
Anyway, Hubs got home Sunday night, and we watched the Vikings game (yeah, not a great re-entry to life. That four hours I won’t get back) and while it was fun to dive into the deep end…
I realized that I like to breathe. And that this kind of crazy isn’t sustainable.
And I made Hubs promise to never leave me again.
And as I approach the Big Family Get-Together of 2025 (aka, Thanksgiving) maybe, as I’m eating the creamed onions I’m going to think, I’m grateful for these people who make me get up and see the sky and breathe. Even if they do make weird jokes.
In other words, there’s a lot of people out there who don’t have people. Maybe find them, and be that person to them this year.
Okay, enough philosophy for a Tuesday.
Just a reminder that if you’d like to hang out with big epic, sometimes messy families. The Epic Thanksgiving Travel-Worthy Audio Book Sale is still going on at the Susan May Warren store!
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Have a lovely week, and on Friday—we’ll talk recipes and FREE STUFF!
XOXO!
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