Monday, September 2, 2024
Today is Labor Day and we have company again. I am listening to the audio version of Where the Crawdads Sing and this morning I listened while I assembled the ingredients for a shrimp boil. A southern story developing while I prepped southern food seemed nostalgic and delightful. I’m sure it could have led to a productive afternoon of writing if I hadn’t been so busy. I fear we won’t have The Dragon’s Foot illustrated in time to have the books for the Crazy Water Festival in Mineral Wells. The first proof should be on its way to us, but we’re lagging behind on our end. My mind doubts everything—maybe I’m not even supposed to write fiction, children’s, anything. I don’t know. I try to stay positive, but it’s difficult. Note: I tend to feel down when I’m not writing, and I’ve been preoccupied with frequent guests and all the work associated with them for months.
We toured Crystal Cave in Springfield. It’s small and several spots require ducking low to pass through.
It rained over the weekend and temperature highs are in the low to mid-eighties this week.
Tuesday, September 10, 2024
Tomorrow is the Springfield Library Book Sale. It’s huge, organized, and happens twice a year—my favorite two days of the year. If I could read books as fast as I buy them, I’d be happier, I’m sure.
Thursday, Ray and I are meeting Stephanie and Hayden in Oklahoma to bring Waylon here for a couple of days while they attend a concert. We’re excited to see him—and his parents.
I’ve started a short story for the Springfield Writers’ Guild fall contest. We’ve given up on making it to the Crazy Water Festival for several reasons.
Wednesday, September 18, 2023
Waylon was here for the weekend. He was sweet even though he wasn’t feeling well. Stephanie thinks he has seasonal allergies like his mother and grandmother. She’s suffering from severe congestion after attending an outdoor concert all weekend. Matt took Waylon to the aquarium during his visit.
I bought Waylon some cowboy boots at Walmart yesterday. But they’re not just ordinary boots. They’re Spiderman light-flashing boots. He’ll be the envy of all the yuppie preschoolers—to his yuppie parents’ dismay.
Ray and I got haircuts today. We’re getting ready for our trip to NY/Vermont to see the fall leaves. I’m so excited.