Suddenly I feel a bit like Where’s Waldo – only it’s more like Where is River Jordan? And why has she disappeared basically from her blog, her website and only made cameo appearences on social media. I guess the best answer to that is I’ve been getting grounded. After a few years of book tours, speaking engagements, festival and heavy travels I finally came home and put my feet firmly on the ground. This means – and those of you who follow this blog regularly will know – I have managed to keep Three houseplants alive. I’ve even repotted one of them with plans to repot two more. (For the record – an aloe, a fern, and a pony-tail palm) Husband and I planted a multitude of seeds and seeing them grow in that little seedy thing was marvelous. Then it came time to replant them and I became a bit confused by the whole process. Somethings big, somethings small and somethings just a Holy mystery. Instead of those little tags that say tomatos, peppers, basil – I was writing things like, “Wait and See” and “A total Surprise”. Husband tells me this is not the way gardners function. When I noticed that my pots of peppers were growing wild and wonderful he kindly pointed out that I had allowed the birds to drop birdseed in the pot so I’m growing – birdseed? Well, no matter. My closet is cleaned out, the fern is thriving, the chickens are still alive and it’s good in spite of the heat wave we’ve had this summer in Nashville to be home, home, home.
Only as I write this I’m about a thousand miles away and just wrapped an NPR interview in Wilmington, NC where I’ll be signing at Pomegranate Books tonight. Yesterday provided this most wonderful, surprising signing at Quarter Moon Books at Topsail Island but all that can be credited to the Adorables. It was bringing them home to the coast that got me here after a delightful month of their hanging out and having a summer adventure with Zaza and Baboo. In addition, I had the Charmings with me, the youngest of which is 2 and 1/2 months old which makes me want to pull out that whole oooing and cooing video of him waxing eloquent for me.
It’s been summertime. Fireflies, creek time, fishing time, kids movies and yes – even ROCK CITY!!! And now, I wrap this east coast trip tonight and head back to Nashville. To home. To projects. And. To. Writing.
On Deck – a new non-fiction work that is both and is not a follow up to Praying for Strangers. A Southern Gothic novel – The City of Truth and a few screenplays including a Psycological Suspense. Because the power of story lives and politely requests to be written.
IN the meantime, live the big life that is right there in the palm of your hand and I’ll see you right here or on the road!