September 2024 Vol. 266
Dear Ones,
Greetings, salutations, and warm hellos! Iāve missed you! Itās been a nutty summer, full of deadlines and travel, and I decided to take a couple of months off newslettering in favor of being in the moment. That was a great plan, and I come to you rested and ready to dive into all the things. So here we go!
My favorite new saying is, āBe where your feet are.ā Yes, Iām aware that logistically this is unavoidable (š), but metaphorically speaking, itās a mantra to help me remember to stay in the moment, to allow myself to stay grounded and genuinely experience whatever it is Iām doing. You all know how much I juggle, and sometimes, itās hard not to be worrying about all the things that need to be done instead of enjoying myself. Going into August, I was feeling completely overwhelmed by all the upcoming events this fall, from Killer Nashville and Bouchercon, our trip to Scotland, an exciting event Iām doing next week in Huntsville, to the PR for A VERY BAD THING, and oh, yes, finishing up both the new JT thriller and the new Joss book. Plus AWOW reading and shoots, and a million other things. All of this piled up because I went into the year with a plan to only do one thing at a timeāand that āthingā was to write a new suspense novel, which will be my 2025 book. I accomplished that goal, turned the book in a month early (amazing what focused time on a single project will do), and then promptly fell to pieces when I took a hard look at everything Iād been shunting off till that amorphous later.
And then I remembered planning is my superpower (along with travel logisticsāmore on that below) and did a full-blown mind dump. Everything on my plate, on my schedule, on my mind, all of it, from the littlest (laundry) to the biggest (proposals for new books) went onto this list. And guess what? There was no chance I was going to be able to do it all. Like, none. Cue the panic.
Youāve heard this old saw: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. š„š„
Once I finished freaking out, I broke things into the months they were due, then the weeks inside that month, and voilĆ , my 4th quarter was built!
Now that weāre midway through September, and many line items have been crossed off, the panic is gone (or at least back down to a dull roar), and I can see clearly to the end of the year. That is a long-winded apology for slacking off on the newsletter. I promise to do betterāand by better, I mean not having as much on my plate going forward. ā
So whatās coming up next, you might ask? First, let me look back for a moment, and explain my travel logistics comment. Bouchercon was an astoundingly good time. I was the local guest of honor, and they had me hopping from event to event. It was loads of fun. My bestie Laura Benedict was in town, and we got to do a panel together, and my fellow GOHs were a great mix of fun friends and new ones made. Had so much fun seeing so many of you!!!
Then, we decamped for the UK! We were in Scotland the first two weeks of the month, and it was utterly glorious. Iām talking about weather Iāve never seen there before and a couple of days actually made it into the 70s, with abundant sunshine and very little rain. We took full advantage, driving all over the highlands, visiting Oban, the Isle of Mull, Duart Castle, the Great Glen, Eilean Donan, the Isle of Skye, Dunvegan Castle, Loch Ness, Inverness, Blair Castle, Dalwhinnie Distillery, and wrapping the trip in Edinburgh, where Guillermo Del Toro was wrapping filming Frankenstein. There was no castle (nor whisky tasting) left behind. We had a mix of hotels, flats, and houses, and ironically ended up staying on the ancestral estate of Randyās clan, MacBean, on the River Ness, which was a perfect midpoint to crash for a beautiful day in the misty rain. We hiked partway to the Old Man of Storr, wandered along the River Ness, got lost in a wet forest on the grounds of Dunvegan Castle, stood on parapets and cliffsides, ate a metric ton of gluten-free fish and chips, and in general made merry. Our travel buddies are so much fun, and we work so seamlessly together that it makes the travel woes that inevitably appear amusing. Trust me, I will be telling the story of the Great Midge Attack of 2024 forever. (We found Skyfall...but were chased off by a swarm of biting bugs that managed to get in the van...) I even got to see a couple of buddies for tea. Scotland is a beautiful, haunting place, and we feel so at home there. It was amazing to share it with dear friends, and I was grateful that they allowed me to be Julie the cruise director. I think I might have been a travel agent in a past life. You can see some of the pics we took here.
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