And I finished writing the book. I’ve been working really hard for two and half years. I hang out in cafés, mostly Papillion in my hometown. The lattes there are rocket fuel for creativity and the foam is stamped with love. I posted about that once. It’s weird, sometimes I get on a roll and I can sit there for four hours clicking away on my laptop. I never think I’ll stay past two hours. The next thing I know, I’m running to the meter to add more time. And I’ll do that two times because I never believe I can write that long.

 

I get into the zone and rarely notice loud conversations around me unless it’s someone on their cell phone, that one BUGS me. Seriously, go scream at the contractor in the parking lot. The worst is when someone sends a text message using Siri. First of all, I don’t know how to do that and secondly, if I did, I wouldn’t tell Siri to ask Hubby what he wants for dinner for the whole café to hear.

 

After all that time in a coffee house, my office, I’m drained. I can’t face my laptop for anything else, not even online shopping. So, I read or watch Queer Eye on Netflix or the Warriors or The World Cup. Of course in between, it’s the usual job of living: grocery shopping, cooking, dishes and the gym. Repeat. Soon, that’s going to change. I’ll be an empty-nester in a couple of months. I will still do all the usual stuff it takes to stay alive, for two people and sometimes just me. But, I have to add a J-O-B to my life routine.

 

So, that’s what lots of people ask: what are you going to do? Plan A was to go on book tours and wear cute outfits. Writing a book takes a long, long time and I’m learning, fixing it up to publish is quite another long, long ordeal. There’s a lot of steps I have to take first, like finding an editor to whip the book into shape, make it all slick. Then I have to fix my mistakes and have it reviewed again. And then I have a bazillion more checkpoints like copyrights and registrations and blah, blah, blah.

 

After all that, I don’t automatically start handing out my book and collecting a nice check from a publishing house. The old fashioned way of getting a book on the Amazon shelf, where a publisher pays you, is out with the dinosaurs, almost. Unless I’m George Clooney or Oprah, the privilege of a big house publisher financing my kids’ college education is VERY remote. Publishers are P-I-C-K-Y.

 

I need a Plan B. And Hubby says, “Get Paid!” That’s probably a good idea given the college tuition thing and I really do want to wear cute outfits, if not for book tours, for a nifty new job.

 

In the meantime, it’s back to shoezle. YAY! I miss writing in snarky, casual lingo and incomplete sentences. I tried it in my book and my writing mentors slashed, slashed, slashed my chapters. I have to be a little more polished in a book, like dressing up for a wedding or a nice dinner out. I slipped some zingers in my book just to keep me sane.

 

Most importantly, I miss my shoezle people and your funny comments back. A lot of you are just like me, figuring out the next phase when the kids scamper off to the most fun time of their lives, college. I have ideas, some I know and some I don’t know. That’s how it’s going to roll for shoezle and me. I hope you enjoy the trip.

 

P.S. I seriously thought I would write for an hour and split. I fed the meter. Yeah, this is nice.

Celebrating the finish! It’s a bike-ish book and purely coincidence we both dressed in biking t-shirts.

 

 

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