I don’t even know where to begin…

I guess I’ll start with the good. I’ve finished the rough draft of the second book in my series centered around Crave and am halfway through the polish. Next I’ll be sending it to my beta readers and they rock, so I’m hoping to be able to hit the magic send button and submit it by the week’s end.

That being said, I am trying to get everything together to get my two kids off to school. With two weeks and counting, the sand is slipping through the hour glass at an obscene speed. My oldest is going off to his first year of college so we’ve got to get ready for “move in day.” I’m equal parts excited and heartbroken to see him go but I know if he applies himself, he’ll kick ass. My youngest is headed off to her first year of middle school. She’s the baby! What the hell? I blinked and now it’s middle school! WTF. As you can see, I’m struggling a bit with the fact that both of my kids are growing up whether I like it or not. In this one area a mother has zero control. ZERO. It just doesn’t seem fair, we kick ass everywhere else. Why can’t we have some sort of trade-off?

My husband is scheduled for oral surgery in a few days so I’ve had to rearrange my work schedule to accommodate that.

*sigh* and the list goes on…

But. I finished a book and that always gives me an emotional high and that’s a much needed thing right now. So…yay for books! lol. But isn’t that what it always boils down to? The solace, pleasure, happiness and all the others feels one can think of can be found in the pages written by others.

Thank goodness. We’d be lost without them.