Simply. I want live simply and just be...boundless and infinite. Is anyone really boundless or infinite? Today is an odd day, a Saturday and I am home. Slept late, can't quite find a gear to drop into. It is cool and damp outside and I feel like staying in. Restless. Wondering. Feeling empty and alone...grieving over the lack of contact with kids. Need to get over that. Release. Let go. Ordered a couple of books about "estranged" children. Maybe they will help. At least they let me know I am not alone!
Signed contract yesterday for the book and paid the fees. Maybe that is part of my malaise today. While I am joyful that the process is nearing completion, there is also a feeling of let down. Truly the writing, the researching, and Yes, even the editing were the exciting parts. The rest has been challenging and not really fulfilling. Hopefully, it will be out by the end of November and some copies will sell before Christmas. I don't anticipate it being a huge money maker, but good to just have it done at this point.
Going to finish a cup of spicy chai, read some more Michael Connolley. Robert used to call him that "Irish bastard" because I would get lost in his writing. Yup, even missing Robert a little today. Funky day. It will pass.
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