I don't know what happened last week. I just totally spaced off writing a post.
But I'm here now!
I have a confession to make. As I'm sitting here typing this, I don't have the foggiest clue what I'm supposed to be blogging about today.
So now you know.
Do you ever get in one of those ruts where it seems like you're constantly trying to play catch up? You know what you're supposed to do, but getting it done just seems so impossible, because you're trying to do everything else also?
That's me right now.
I don't know if its just because its summer, or if I'm just overcomplicating my life, or what it is.
My farm wife life is in full throttle during summertime. Lately I've been irrigating, working on equipment, giving rides back and forth, going and getting parts, and taking lunches out to the field.
Or, lets be honest, I've just been taking pictures while Henry does all of those things with his dad.
Off the farm, I've been shopping not once, but twice in the last week. Once with one of my best friends, and again with my mom and sisters (who are also my best friends, let it be known). Both times were very fun, very exhausting, very long days.
Henry is no longer content with sitting in shopping carts while we have all the fun, so we had to find something for him to do also.
He's such a good little helper.
The county fair is going on this week, so I've made three trips there so far to see bull riding, and my mom and sisters' exhibits. Today is the horse show, which is actually where I'm at as you're reading this. I've got this lovely ramble set up to post automatically for me.
It's been pretty hot here. I say pretty hot, and not straight up hot, because--it never fails--I start to think its too hot here, and my step mother-in-law texts me to tell me its 112 degrees there.
It's not that hot here, people.
I would not live in a place where 112 degrees is a normal and acceptable temperature.
But it has been in the 90's, and the humidity is running wild, so to fend off the heat in the house, me and Henry have been grilling outside instead of using the oven.
I think at this point I've grilled everything socially acceptable to grill.
And maybe a few things non socially acceptable.
I fed my husband and his friend deer meat steaks yesterday.
On the writing front things are a lovely balance between "I'm losing my stinking mind" and "I love writing!" Which I think is a normal place to be, as a writer.
I'm staying on track with Camp Nano, and the 100 for 100 challenge, but basically by the skin of my teeth. I'm so looking forward to NaNo ending in August.
Red as Blood has officially been sent back to the editing team. Crossing my fingers that the second round isn't too bad.
I've also sent out my very first batch of query letters, hoping to find an agent to represent Blood and Dust. It was both a terrifying experience, and not nearly as hard as I thought. It took me some time to put together all the things I needed for a decent book proposal, but I'm happy with how it turned out I think, and excited to see if I hear back from anyone...though I'm totally prepared for rejections.
I can do this.
Oh, and guess what? I found vegetables in my garden yesterday!!
I'm not sure what it says about my gardening skills, that I get so excited about my plants growing vegetables, when that is literally their sole purpose on this planet. They're just doing their jobs.
I should also let you know that I created author accounts on Twitter and Instagram, in case you don't get enough ramblings and pictures on here.
I'm going to dial back the monologue now and shut this post down before it gets ridiculous. I haven't gone to bed before midnight in about a month now, and I shouldn't be allowed to blog when I'm in this sort of condition, but I was left unsupervised and can't be held responsible.