Many people asked me why I didn't write about this Fall. For one reason: I did not have any time. Many people asked me if anything fun happened. Did I have to pee in a pop bottle in order to keep my feet on the tractor peddle? Did I have to wrestle a pig into submission to get him loaded into the trailer? Did I yell at The Boss on the radio and embarrass him in front of half the county? No and yes and no.
Who knows? Maybe I'm getting better at this farm wife stuff, or maybe it's just tiring me out, but all that I do know is that now, after eight months of helping my husband outside I am ready to light a fire, turn on the tea kettle, grab a blanket, and get back to writing. I have been doing it for a week now, and frankly, I couldn't be happier. (But you all know the rule: Don't tell The Boss that!)
My plan was to revisit my favorite piece of writing that I have completed and fine tune it, but when I sat down to do so I realized that -as it is - I am in love with it. I am in love with Hank (but don't tell The Boss) and I am in awe of Maya. They breathe for me, and they walk, and every time I am in St. Maries I look around to see where they are. I know they are there and hopefully, they know I am there too. As a result, I am pitching it. As is. And...and I am doing the unthinkable and giving it to The Boss (who, for the next three months is my husband) to read.
In the interim, I will hop onto another locomotive, with another set of characters. This time full of a trainload of women who drink way more than they should and often spit wine through their noses. You know, my closest girlfriends! I am looking forward to doing the field work on this one, and hopefully at the end coming up with a final result that will make all of you laugh as much as I do. If I can make you spit wine out your nose I will have succeeded!
Therefore, that is where I am at now. I hope you all have a great winter. I will see you on the other side - sane or not!
