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.
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!