DISCLAIMER: Being mostly tongue-in-cheek here lest people think I really believe late-20’s are old! Partially tongue-in-cheek, and partially serious–in that the older you get the faster it really _does_ go!…
I hosted my little sister Friday night and Saturday morning/afternoon. You see, I am 13 years older than she is, and I helped raise both her and my little brother (born a year later) for 5 years until I went off to college. For this reason she and I are very close. We share a tight sisterly bond that generally allows us to be more forthcoming with each other since I no longer actually live under the same roof that she does. And the fact that I tend to spoil her silly when she’s with me.
At any rate, a month may go by between visits, due to the fact that my mother lives over an hour away in the boonies of rural Missouri. (Also a tongue-in-cheek comment–I graduated high school in the “boonies,” so to speak.) Every time I see my sister I am just shocked to see that she’s grown and matured (and when I say “matured,” I do mean “matured” as usually applies to a 14-year-old girl) and I just wonder where time is going. I can remember changing her diapers and caring for her and my brother several evenings a week while my mother held down two jobs to help make ends meet–and to keep my oldest younger brother and I in private school when we were still living in St. Louis. I remember moving to the “boonies” when we could no longer afford private school, and summers spent caring for the youngest children while my mother and stepfather were busy working. Next month she will turn 15–and this month I turn 28. Not ancient by any means, but compared to her I am definitely getting old…And again I am reminded of that age-old adage–time flies by faster the older you get.
This reflection on aging is brought about in part by the fact I think my arthritis is spreading. Drat. Woke up yesterday with my left foot aching and twinging, and it’s still bugging me today. I think it’s mostly due to the dropping temperatures the past couple of days. Usually it’s just my fingers that bug me when the weather is cold and/or wet. Not so anymore, it would seem. In just over two weeks I will mark another year gone by. While right now I still feel rather young, and know that in comparison to many I _am_ really young, the past 15 years have flown by so quickly that I realize the next 15 will go by just as quickly. And I am very grateful that I have finally gotten serious about my writing. I hope that, with the next 15 years, I can perfect my craft and hopefully see my writing into publication. And, with hard work and dedication, I know that my dreams _can_ come true.
Didn’t really get much writing done over the weekend, what with the sister’s visit and my company’s firm picnic. However I do plan to polish up chapter 3 of Vessel of Dreams and send off the first three chapters to a gracious friend who has offered to take a look at them. Since she has already sold a book to Luna I am very excited about this prospect. I would love an informed opinion on whether or not the first three chapters are attention-grabbing enough for submission. Here’s hoping! Then of course I plan to finish polishing all the other chapters. On Friday we’re flying to Maine for our third and final wedding ceremony and I should be meeting even more of the in-laws, as well as seeing some friends I haven’t seen in awhile. I won’t get much if any writing done for the five days I’m gone, but I WILL be submitting to Luna in time for my birthday on October 22nd–whether it be the full manuscript or just a partial. I will, I will!