This summer has been unusual, to say the least. The end of April saw me in Intensive Care, as I battled septic infection. With no bedroom on the main floor, I came home to live on the sofa. I was not strong enough to begin writing until mid-July.
Even so, I cranked out the final six chapters to my novel–just over 15,000 finished words. Not bad for a girl who woke up hearing “You know, you almost died.” Miss Shake-It-Off learned a few things about striking a balance between work and rest.
Now comes the true test of strength. I’ve got steam enough until lunchtime, but those afternoons? I’ll be walking out with the students at 2:45–a first for me!–and heading back to that sofa.
Autumn is my favorite season, a time of new beginnings. A crisp tang in the air, luminous colors, and a fresh beginning with new students. Working two careers keeps me young, right? Or at least too busy to notice the years as they pass. Or those bumps in the road.