Blooming Late

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It’s September 29th and our backyard is blooming as though it was July 29th.  It is bursting with tomatoes, pumpkins, carrots, flowers and my roses.

It’s a late bloom and it seems appropriate for everything else going on in my life.

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I just spent the weekend at the Flathead Writers’ Conference in Kalispell, Montana, and I feel like the roses in my backyard.  I’m bursting with joy and inspiration, not at all concerned that as a “woman of a certain age”, I am a late bloomer.

After years of sacrifice, leaving financially rewarding jobs, skipping out on family events, staying home to write instead of skiing with my handsome husband, I have reached a point where my writing reflects the years of education, research, and mentoring I’ve gone through to learn the craft of writing.  I heard great feedback and encouragement this weekend and it was exactly what I needed when I needed it.  I woke up this morning feeling incredibly grateful.

Now back to writing and finishing the book!

 

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