Jeepers, it’s July 1 already. Where did June go?
Time passes quickly when you’re concentrating on another century, another place.
What’s really funny is when the book takes place in a different season. When I was writing A Scotsman in Love I found myself cold all the time (it takes place in the middle of a brutally cold winter) despite it being summer outside. The book I’m currently writing takes place in the same season, thank heavens.
July is important to me because:
- It means the year is half over. I’d better finally put up that calendar still in the box on top of the file cabinets.
- I have to wipe off the six month white board in the gym and get ready to fill it in with all those glorious minutes Flash and I work out.
- July means I have to make sure all my business files are in order – my accountant inspects them.
- This year July means tons of romance writers will descend on San Antonio for the RWA Convention. (I’m not going. I have to finish a book due July 31.)
- July is the month of my birthday which means my son will ask what I want. I’ll tell him something easy he can afford. He will ignore my suggestion and buy whatever he wants. It’s a routine we practice on Mother’s Day and Christmas also. I always love his presents plus he’s the world’s best card giver, too.