August 15, 2013
It’s been great fun. Once I got back on two pins following my first foot surgery, I’ve packed as much party as was is humanly possible before my next surgery. I had my debut book release, I went on a week-long fly fishing trip in the mountains, and I just returned from RWA National Conference in Atlanta. I even got back on my bicycle and my motorcycle! I felt like a rock star all summer!
BUT. *Cue the Dum-da-dum-dum music*
By the time this posts, I’ll have undergone my next foot surgery. All I have to say is, thank God I’m not a quadraped. The first two weeks are the worst – after that, I can sit up for longer periods, and hopefully get back to writing. Hey, with my literal ‘butt in chair,’ I should have no excuses, right? I’d better not, because the next deadline is sneaking up behind me. Yes, I hear you back there.
I get claustrophobic, and the walls close in. I’m like a Golden Retriever who just wants to go for a ride in the car and stick his head out the window and let the wind flap his ears. I feel sorry for my husband, who has retired since my last surgery – he’ll be stuck listening to me bitch for two months.
Are you getting the feeling I’m dreading it? Dread is nowhere near a strong enough word, but I’m not opening the thesaurus, so it’ll have to do. I’m trying to resign myself, but it’s not working yet.
I’ve got lots to look forward to. My biker-chick book, Her Road Home, releases Aug 1. When I’m through all this, we’re putting the house up for sale, and finally making the move to Texas.
Even so, I’m sniveling. I don’t WANNA!
Okay, so how do you buck yourself up to do something you really don’t want to? I need skills, people!
Laura and her husband have ridden more than 200,000 miles together on motorcycles, having lots of wonderful adventures. One day, back when she was still riding pillion behind him, a dog ran in front of the bike. After a gut clenching scare, it trotted back the way it came, and they rode on.
But she started thinking. What if a girl, riding a motorcycle was in an inescapable accident? Then, what if . . .
The idea grew into Her Road Home.
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