Missing Annland

I miss writing. I have so much on my plate that I don’t have the time to do the one thing that makes me happy. By day I’m the Wine Diva. I come home and I’m the Editor – somebody’s got to do the scut work when you’re working on a shoestring. By the time I’m done, the day is eaten up and I fall into bed so I can get up and do it all again.

Ahhh, but the payoff! The payoff is that I know Ark Stories will be a success and all those novels I wrote when I actually had the time to write – back before the economy crashed and I enjoyed an early retirement – will now be published by my own company. Now ain’t THAT a kick!

And I must admit, collecting stories from people all over the country – maybe from around the world (Who knows? We don’t ask for location) – has been such an adventure and one that I don’t think I’d want to give up any time soon. I sometimes have a tendency to look at humanity with a jaundiced eye and the stories sent from strangers who have taken the time to sit down and give us their stories truly does have a renewing effect in my oft damaged faith in humanity.

It’s very cool working with my daughter. We’ve both been surprised to learn that we can actually work together without being moved to mayhem! Not only that, each of us inspires the other to come up with concepts that never would have been possible without this wonderful collaboration.

So I’ll do a bit more editing this evening and then the Wine Diva will go and have some dinner accompanied by a great glass (or two) of wine – one of the perks – and then I’ll go to bed and get up and do it all again. Until the day I am free to start my new novel and of course, I have a HUGE packet of ideas just waiting for me to give them life. I will then once again be off and running in that special place I like to call Annland.