It’s been an interesting summer. Well, truthfully, it’s was an interesting spring that morphed into summer without my permission. I didn’t see it coming, it just happened. Life had taken over, pushing me through the days in a rush, like the bulls of Pamploma. Or maybe like a swollen river, wisking me downstream faster than I could swim. Yeah, like that. It was out of my control, and really, isn’t life always that way? We like to tell ourselves we have control. We really don’t. We can’t control the weather. We can’t control those around us. And we can’t control the passage of time. The rest is all just window dressing.
And yet, I can’t really say I have many complaints. Sure, I have duck poop on my shoes most days. And I can’t close my eyes in the shower for fear a daddy longlegs will crawl on me. Oh, and I can’t seem to get a handle on my writing. But I’m working on it.
My obsession with vampires has been pushed to the sidelines while I deal with everything else life has in store for me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss them. I do. In fact, I have new things in store for my Daywalker Chronicles in the very near future…like maybe even tomorrow. But for today, I need to deal with my crazy life.
Seriously though, I’m just grateful my stalker tendencies lie completely with fictional characters, not real people. I’m thrilled that my addictions consist of Diet Coke and chocolate, not something far more dangerous. And I’m delighted my crazy life gives me so many things to write about that I have no time to focus on vampires and chick lit at the moment.
Now, if I could only find a good bookstore in my little tourist town. I just might think I’d died and gone to heaven. Or at least civilization…
To each their own, right?
Until the next time…I’ll be visiting a few vampires I know.