I’ve also had time to sit and think. To appreciate my life. My husband has helped give me the life I’ve always wanted. My author friends have inspired me to do better. My editor friends keep teaching me new tricks. My publisher friends keep giving me work. I’m grateful for every single one of them.
I’ve had some time to reflect on getting older. I fight the habits I see in my parents because I don’t want to “feel old.” Then, one day, I figure out what they do just makes life a little easier and “old” has nothing to do with it. It’s the little things. This morning, I found myself putting together my pills for the week in my weekly pill case. I remember a time watching my parents do the same and thought, “I’ll never been like that.” And yet, here I am. Because it makes life easier.
Now, as the year comes to a close, I’ll need to think about what I want to do for 2014. How many anthologies to edit. How many books to write. How many short stories to write. The slush reading from the open call for AIP. I really need to figure out my focus for 2014. At least for the start of the year. All plans usually go to hell around August as new contracts come in and old contracts get pushed around.
I’ve got some serious planning to do.