I’ve been spending a lot of time watching fireflies lately. I’ve lived in this house for 20 years, and they’ve always been here on summer nights, but for some reason this year I really noticed them. First, I’d promised my granddaughters that we could catch them on Memorial Day. In the past, I’ve always started seeing them around Memorial Day. This time they weren’t there and we waited and waited and no fireflies. However, that’s when I realized that Memorial Day was early this year, and it just wasn’t their time yet. They were on their time schedule not mine. And by the end of that week, they made their regular appearances and it was glorious.
I guess the point I’m making is that everything happens in its own time. It reminds me that I need to stop being impatient about how fast my book isn’t getting ready. I had some unexpected glitches getting it ready to go to production, but it will be ready in it’s own time, and when The Redemption of Remy Lambert is ready …
It will be FABULOUS.