I’ve sent him 3 or 4 Jacquie Lawson cards, all new all different, to wish hm well and to thank him for being who he is.
not yet
The decisions about my books are killing me. I have to choose between books I “cannot live without” and others that I need for so many reasons.
You have to be a book person to understand. My son is a numbers person, so efficient, so sensible, so responsible, so smart, so perfect. (Where did he come from?) He has a melting point and I’ve seen it reduce him to rubble, bless him. I am fortunate to know him, especially at a time like this. I am not complaining. He says I am whining. I try not to. I’m just feeling sorry for myself. Next week, I’ll be better.
Actually, I feel a little like a new bride, moving into a new place with some new things (old ones tossed), new adjustments to make, new plans, new pleasures, new joys, and, i hope, a new book to write.
Not tomorrow. Not yet.
Soon.