It seems like time is passing faster as I get older. Summer is just about over, considering the official start of autumn is in one week – even if today is warm, almost sweltering. Leaves are beginning to change color and the squirrels are hard at work squirreling away their winter’s supply of acorns. Where did it go? I already signed this coming winter’s snow-blowing contract with our usual service provider and my thoughts are turning to our next scuba diving escape. I’m almost afraid to blink, lest I suddenly find facing an imminent Christmas and a season of Canadian cold. Did I accomplish everything I wanted this summer? Probably not, but at least the essentials are done.
If I’ve been less active blogging recently, it’s for a good reason. I’m deep into revising Without Mercy (Siobhan Dunmoore Book 5), since I promised my editor she’d get the manuscript before the end of September – hopefully within a week. But that confirms my earlier estimate it won’t hit the shelves until sometime in early October. Such is life.