August 24, 1969
It's been one heck of a ride. Looking back, this was my post one year ago today.
Since then, we've dealt with me deciding to quit my part-time day job to spend more time writing--right before the economy tanked. Followed by your job disappearing, and deciding it was time to pull up stakes and move--right before the housing market stagnated. Somehow, we've managed to maintain our optimism that everything will work out. You've been there when I've wondered why I'm still plugging away at writing, reminding me it's because I have so much fun doing it, whether or not I land that next book deal (although I know you keep hoping for the movie rights.)
Today, we're pushing the reality of our "normal" (whatever that is) lives aside as we escape to 24 hours of magic. Tomorrow, when we come home again, it'll be back to dealing with the normal stresses, but we're dealing with them together.
And to those who ask what the secret is to so many years of marriage: It's simple. Separate bathrooms.
Please come back tomorrow for my guest author, Drue Allen, who's talking about Baseball and Breakout Novels. You won't want to miss what she has to say (or a chance at winning a great prize in her contest.)
So, faithful readers, today, I hope you'll forgive my strictly personal content. However, you can find me here and here, and I do hope you'll pop over. And don't forget there's still another week to enter MY contest. ARCs of When Danger Calls are very few in number. On Wednesday, it'll be back to writing as usual. I've got updates, plus a recap of Saturday night's DUI Checkpoint. But today is for me and the hubster.
