Yesterday, my hero took me out to lunch. His idea. Applebee's French onion soup, my absolute favorite.
It was so delish. So wonderful. So normal.
So normal.
Then today he and I wandered the aisles at Costco. He pushed the cart and got us a hot-dog after.
It was so delish. So wonderful. So normal.
He still tires easily and isn't yet up to an all-day marathon with our little grandson, but soon it'll be normal.
...I just finaled in a romance fiction contest with a Western historical in which a dead guy named Norman Dale is quite the kingpin to the action. Yeah, I named him after the coach in one of my favorite movies, Hoosiers....the entry got judged by three pubbed authors, then I got a chance to polish, or not, according to their remarks. They all loved it, but they found I'd mispelled Norman Dale's name a couple of times:
Normal.
Can't be mere coincidence, seeing that the same day things started to turn normal.
But I edited it to Norman because....now the thing goes to an editor. It's the second time this work has done well in a contest. Not long ago it placed first, with perfect scores in a fiction competition. It would be nice to see Marrying Minda brought to life.
But it won't matter a single whit whether or not the manuscript ever sees print. Because my life with my hero is on its way back to being delish, wonderful.
Normal.
2 comments:
Funny how our definition of "normal" changes, when we're brought up short about what really matters. I'm so glad your hero is in remission.
Congrats on the contest placement! I pray that Marrying Minda sells.
My western/mystery Gunfight at Grace Gulch is receiving good reviews ... let's hope they translate into sales!
Hi Darlene, thanks for stopping by. I know what you mean about good reviews LOL, (MIdnight Bride's got six in a row), visitors to the website, folks entering contests. Let's hope they're actually buying our books!
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