Catching up on Sunday

It's been a busy week! The pumpkin patch was a lot of fun last weekend. My son's asking to go back. It's tempting since it doesn't cost anything to just hang out and visit with the animals.

I've loaded up L'il Gal Al and the Zombies of Amarillo to the various sites. It was much easier this time around. It's already up on Smashwords and Amazon. I'll be waiting until later this week to announce it officially when I have all the links. You guys get the early bird notice!

I've been working hard on my latest project. I'm halfway through the second novella of the series and I found the perfect covers. Good thing too, because I was wasting a lot of time fussing about covers. I had the perfect image in my mind, but of course, it was not to be found or made. I hope to tell you more about the series very soon.

Less than a month away from NaNoWriMo! I'm going to be writing a superhero story. I've already created general character outlines for the heroes and villains. My team of villains is magnificent! I favor them over the good guys. That does not bode well for my heroes!

My son has been loving preschool and I'm loving the time I get to write. I lose both my mornings this coming week, though. One is my scheduled day to be the assistant, and the other I volunteered to take because the teacher is going to be away on vacation. I took Jack (my laptop) to the library on Thursday morning. Libraries aren't quiet places any more. There were at least six men in suits with their laptops and phones doing business. Individually. Offices too expensive these days? I was more productive sitting in the car writing.

The Walking Dead premieres tonight! It's a zombie kind of month.

I love books

I caught my son reading a book to himself the other day. Oh, the pride and joy I felt.

Books have always played such an important role in my life. I can barely remember being without a book nearby. I remember the delight and wonder of seeing a library for the first time. I still get a feeling that you could call giddiness when I enter a library. I can clearly recall what my elementary school's library looked like and where all the fiction books were located. (We will not discuss just how long it has been since I've been in grade school!) I remember when I went to university and how excited I was to explore a library with several floors. I knew all the best quiet places to read.

I've had a lot of books over the years. I moved a lot in the years of my early adulthood and had to part with books then. I still mourn the loss of my Nancy Drew collection and bags of Stephen King novels. I'm settled in a house now. My bookshelves are overflowing. I still want more. I'll be getting an e-reader for my birthday. Hopefully that will help with the problem of space.

I hope my son loves books as much as I do. We read to him a lot. He sees my husband and I with books. He knows which shelves contain my books, which ones have my husband's and which are his. He has yet to rip pages out of any books or color in them. *knocks on wood*

I see way too many people who never read more than a newspaper or an entertainment magazine. I couldn't see going through life without books. I want my son to know the same joy and excitement as I do when I pick up a new book. I want to nurture his imagination and let him know that it is limitless.