Today I found two raspberries in the garden, they were sweet and tart at the same time. I think they were the last raspberries this summer and that makes me a little sad.
I really do love autumn, the colours and the smells and the light can be magical, but summer is always summer. The long days, the almost impossibly short nights, the trips to the beach, not having any time to keep and the slower pace of life during summer vacation.
At the moment it feels like I’m running about doing everything and nothing, and I keep forgetting things (or I keep thinking I have forgotten something and that stresses me out)! I suppose it doesn’t help that I sleep poorly, have never ending headaches (head cold?) and just a feeling of meh…
Last week was so intense. The anthology was released (yay yay yay!) and on Saturday we had a release party on Facebook (so much fun!). And on Sunday (was that really only yesterday?) I had two services to go to, work wise, and I was completely spent when I got home at 8.30pm.
It’s almost like it’s all a little too much at the moment, or is it that I need to do more?
I don’t know.
I feel as if I would like (need?) something to look forward to. I’ve had the book release hanging there all spring and summer, but now I’m like: “Huh… what now?” All I see are work things.
Well, there IS Gothenburg Book fair, last weekend in September. I’m hoping to get to go on Sunday (pretty pretty please let me be able to go!). I mean, can it get much better? A whole fair full of books and authors and poets and bookish people!
No, no it can not get any better.
Anyhow, people ask me all the time about the patch on my face. But sometimes they don’t, they just talk to me like they did before, and that my friends is wonderful. The scar is about 5 cm long, but as thin as scars get. It’s gonna heal just fiiiiine.