I am not a camel. Lay that bag of bricks down, Barbara. Stop worrying. Breathe. Take it one day at a time. I am not a camel. I am not Atlas. I do not have to carry the weight of the world, or of my family, on my shoulders. There is nothing I should do but love them.
I’m thinking of making an “I am not a camel” sign for my office, just as a reminder.
I have finished my book, the Christmas cards, gift buying, and wrapping. The house is decorated inside and out. Cookies! It’s time to bake Christmas cookies. I knew there was something else on my list. I went with the family to see a town lighting ceremony. My granddaughter got to sit on Santa’s lap and get her picture taken. We ate cookies and chili, thought about a carriage ride, but went looking at holiday lights instead. The weather cooperated, which always makes for a great evening.
Here is a holiday gift to you from me, an excerpt from my new middle grade novel, “Rhyaden.”
The trees were not thrilled in the beginning of Niall’s archery career. Many of the nicks left behind from the arrows were painful. However, later, it was a source of great pride for the older trunks that the young Niall started his education in their very own woods, and they had the scars in their deeply furrowed bark to prove it.
You might believe that it is always the wind that causes trees to whisper, but I can assure you, my dears, it is not.
The book contains adventure, a little fantasy, and a whole lot of growing up as the characters learn about consequences from their actions. Kind of like life!