Jaci Dawn

I haven’t posted since before the election, and I apologize. I assume I have faithful followers. 🙂 Maybe I don’t, and it doesn’t matter that I haven’t posted. Oh well, a blog is an “online diary” of sorts, and while I don’t post too much personal here, I do like to use my blog as a place to work out my thoughts. And I have missed blogging.

I would love to comment on current events, but I am sitting on my hands. Trust me, I need to sit on my hands. So, here is what I have been doing besides posting political opinion and getting into nasty word exchanges on social media (or within my own personal life):

I finally picked up, sorted through, and shelved all of the books I brought home from my parents’ estate. I got them home around Memorial Day and stacked them loosely on the loft floor, then I turned around and broke my foot on the first day of Summer, and the books have languished in little disorganized stacks. I have been steadily reading them, but it’s looked like a hoarder lives here – and that hoarder is me. Well, they’re off the floor now, and on shelves.

And you have to admit the antiques look beautiful.

I’m not reading through the vintage books just yet. I’m working on the modern fiction first. My father must have belonged to a mystery book of the month club or something, because there are several paperback mystery series that I am working my way through. Then I will start on the vintage books.

I am currently working on my own sci-fi fantasy novella for NaNoWriMo, and it’s going quite well. I’ve got a plot, a climax, and a denouement in my head. A cast of characters, which may be a little weak in development. There’s a lot of subtle humor tossed in, which I hope the reader will catch. And I have a friend lined up to read it when I am done, so she can tell me it is pure do-do. But it’s fun, and I won’t be afraid to share it this time around.

I’m gaining confidence.

I’ve been working on not limping. It took me longer to heal from the broken bones than the doctors told me it would. Twelve weeks is a joke – maybe for a teenager, but not for a 60 year old woman! Four months wasn’t even cutting it. But I am nearly five months out and I limp only part of the time now. There’s no pain now, unless I step funny. I have even put heels on – woot!

What else?

Oh, I turned 60. I partied. I was blessed. I have wonderful friends. I have friends who understand I am an introvert and a jerk who never calls, and they still love me. That was good.

And I’ve been painting. And working.

It’s also the holiday season, so there’s that to keep me away from my blog: preparing Thanksgiving dinner for my husband and I (the local kids made plans with their friends and the other kids are too far away), Christmas shopping for ten grandchildren (yes: TEN!!), and planning for Christmas.

I am alive. I am well. I just haven’t had time to blog, and I refuse to blog on politics (aren’t we all just a lot tired of that just now?). I’m watching and thinking and praying.

Take care – and be safe.