I can’t smell pot. No, that’s not exactly true–I can smell something, but I can never identify it. Now, I should be able to. I’ve lived in a pretty near constant haze of pot smoke for almost a year (second hand, for the record), so it isn’t like I’ve never come across it before. There is just something in my brain that can’t identify it. I’ve been like that my whole life. For the last several days, I was wandering around the house trying to identify the skunky odor there seemed to be around. I sniffed closets. I sniffed clothes. I sniffed outside the window and I just couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I wandered after my son asking him, “Sweetie, do you have a little bit of gas? Did you toot?” Being four, he’ll readily accept ownership of odd smells, so he’d say, “Yes, mommy,” and I’d give him a glass of water.
Sometimes I don’t blog for a while because I’m busy working on other writing. It isn’t that I don’t have time to blog, because I do. I just tend to assume that my writing work might be boring to others. However, I think I’ll take a chance and update you on what I’m up to. I just finished editing a manuscript that I pulled out of the deep, dusty memory of my computer. I’d written it at least a year ago and needed to do some serious work to bring up it up to par. Anyway, I finished that up, intending to send it to Desert Breeze , the publisher that is releasing my newest novel, Perfect on Paper (coming out in April) . Well, as luck would have it, they are no longer looking at manuscripts until summer, so that left me with an option. I could submit it and wait, or I could look around for another publisher. I decided on the latter and found another e-publisher that focuses on Christian romances and submitted it there. Here’s hoping I manage to get into a second e-publisher. Having my finger in more than one pie is a good thing for income. You never quite know which book is going to really sell, so diversifying works very nicely–a lesson that I’ve learned on a small scale.
If you are anything like me, a rest is sometimes a forced experience. Having a small child, a home to care for, books to write and a husband who likes to see me from time to time, too… well, you know how it goes. Only this morning, I discovered an odd odor in what I thought was our clean bathroom. Seriously–when a three-year-old pees standing up, he manages to spray it in places you didn’t even know existed, let alone have the dexterity to wipe! Today would have been busy again, as weekends tend to be in general, except for the beautiful dump of snow that started this morning. I’ve never been so thankful to see a snowstorm in my life! It isn’t the big sticky stuff, it’s the little dry flakes that don’t really pack. So snowmen are out, I’m afraid, but holing up with my family is definitely in. I thought I’d leave you with a couple of images of what my day is turning out like. I was tempted to take a picture of my sparkling clean bathroom, just so you could join me in astonishment that any odd odors would even be possible in a bathroom so sparklingly clean, but I think I’ll spare you that