Hello my wonderful friends! If you detect a bit of cheer in my voice, that's because today is the first day of spring. The past few weeks have been insanely busy, even more so than usual, but I don't mind so much because my favorite season is upon me: gardening season!
Things are going well at Vox Dei, though it's sucking up the bulk of my time at the moment. Some days, it feels like I barely get through my emails, let alone tackle my ever-growing to-do list. I don't mind, though, because I know there are few people out there who truly, deeply love what they do and I'm blessed to be one of them.
I'm transitioning over my book reviewing duties at Word Menagerie for a couple of reasons, one being time. The other is that as the managing director of a publishing imprint, I really shouldn't be reviewing books still. (If you follow that blog, be sure to stop by tomorrow for an announcement!) Hopefully, once I've stopped reviewing books I'll have more time to dedicate to writing my own. I'm woefully behind my self-imposed schedule for Vance's stories and I have a whole slew of others I want to get to. Sometimes I really do wish I could just hook the computer up to my brain and think the books into existence. But I imagine I'd lose something in no longer having the brain-to-finger-to-keyboard relationship. Usually my fingers come up with things my brain never expected.
The exciting news around our house this week is that we got a new(er) vehicle. Reggie the Jeep gave us a couple of good years, but he's ready to take it a little easier now, so he's passing the baton to Oscar the Blazer. The next step in our quest to live on cash instead of credit, he's in a lot better shape than Reggie was when we bought him, so we're hoping for a good run with him. (Although Reggie was pretty impressive given his age and how danged cheap he was...) Maybe someday we'll have the cash saved for a brand-spanking-new car but I doubt it. Besides, used vehicles have character.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.