Making peace with slow revisions

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Where I left off yesterday with Straight to the Heart....

Pondered while languidly cutting fabrics for another quilt (while listening to the soundtrack for Life Stories: The Enran Chronicles Book Two, see here for that playlist)....

Well, yeah, slow revisions. Past Me is probably wondering what the hey I'm on about while Future Me nods in appreciation. Yup, slow revisions, uh-huh. SLOW REVISIONS. How slow? Well, I'd planned to publish Straight to the Heart: The Hawk Book Three ten days ago. If I can finish the revisions by the end of this week I'll be thrilled. Then there's a cover to fashion, blurbs to craft.... Plenty to do when releasing a novel but first the novel needs to have all the i's dotted and t's crossed. And while Past Me could do all that by the twinkle of her nose, Present Me just doesn't have it all that together.

Such is aging, such is life. Makes me grateful I only answer to me, myself, and I when it comes to the writing, let me also say. No one breathing down my neck that a book has to ready RIGHT FREAKING NOW. Not even I do that anymore, LOL. At fifty-nine years old, I have grasped that all things happen in their own good time. And that is JUST FINE.

I also felt that recently when pressing fabrics for some autumnal project that might not begin with me throwing squares onto the quilt wall. These fabrics could first be employed by beloveds planning a visit next month. Which is VERY EXCITING, also again letting me know that a heap of collected squares probably have a purpose beyond one quilt. Well, I have considered after machine stitching a quilt top for this year, what about using those squares for a Kawandi version perhaps with a 2026 completion?

LOL! That's me, always thinking, why I get into good trouble with so many novels, etc. Because as soon as I wrap up Straight to the Heart, then comes Home and Far Away, Book Four of The Enran Chronicles (the first chapter of that story is available at the end of Far Away from Home). That novel's release is currently slated for sometime in September, and I am *SO HOPING* to make that happen. Future Me isn't giving anything away concerning that plan, merely giving me a glance as if to say, "Cool your jets honey. One story at a time."

Future Me could also be referring to quilt projects, haha. Here's another Lucy Boston block in the process of being appliqued onto a quilt. I try to do one block per morning, tedious sewing but still rewarding, especially once the block is affixed!

I'm fine with her admonitions. I'm also fine with my own dreams. I'm fine with a stack of fabrics waiting to be ironed, but I can only do so many a day because after a while my right meniscus gets cranky, so I then have to sit down. Because I'm not in my forties anymore. I'm pushing sixty, 'nuff said.

Well, almost enough said. While cutting fabric, I was listening to the playlist noted above, reminding me of when I started writing The Enran Chronicles. Reminding myself how sagas emerge from nowhere, The Hawk the same. How sewing popped into my life while vicariously shopping with my eldest in Joann eleven years ago. How life changes every day, and making peace with those changes is as important as celebrating the changes themselves. Because making peace in this life MATTERS GREATLY.

Okay, now enough has been said. Enjoy a beautiful Wednesday!

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