Candle weather
I was standing in the kitchen. The light coming from the window was a soft grey. The patter of rain sounded softly against the windows. A feeling of happiness filled me as I lit a spiced pumpkin candle. The soft strains of Debra Fotheringham’s music blended pleasantly with the rain. My feet did a little dance of their own volition and I sang along.
I was so worried about this Fall. I was worried about keeping up the schedule. I was worried about getting the book done. I was worried about how the kids will do in school. I was worried if the book would even sell. But here I am on the first day of Autumn and all those things have passed. Instead I am happy. It feels like the holidays. Even my kids all noted that “it feels like christmas.” Christmas is a long way off. I have many things to do between now and then, but for today I am content. It is a moment of peace in the midst of my labors.
Tomorrow I will need to teach another creative writing class. Tomorrow I will need to clean house. Tomorrow I will begin sorting invoices for over a thousand book orders. Tomorrow I will continue editing livejournal entries for my book. Tomorrow I will write some fiction. Tomorrow I will begin working on the next Schlock book. Tomorrow I will work in my yard. Some of these “tomorrows” will actually be “later this week.” Some will even be “next week.” Some even further out than that. But for today I have peace and the scent of spiced pumpkin candle.