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Mar. 13th, 2018 06:08 amWe were away in Tucson for the week and I didn't check the news or really the internet much at all and it was pretty nice. I also wasn't checking my email every five minutes, which I desperately needed a break from.
So of course my edits for book 2 came in. Hah. A full 12 hours passed before I even saw them. And it was fine! Nothing exploded! Now, will I learn from that and be able to calmly ignore my inbox for an hour or two? ...probably not.
But I can try.
I turned in my copyedits yesterday morning, so at least those are no longer in my court, but I promised to have my synopsis for 3 done by May and also promised to get those edits done by... mid-May... so. Juggling, I should learn it.
But Tucson, Tucson was wonderful. I have returned to places I've lived many times in the past, and those felt weird and off, but this felt like coming home. The wide-open skies, the sunsets, the saguaros, the mountains - not to mention seeing all our friends who still live there - it felt as if we never had to leave.
Of course we did, and coming back to Michigan was... odd. Just bare trees and bare ground and a coating of snow. I think one of the reasons I don't like this state is because there's nothing *distinctive* about it. No mountains, no palm trees, no evergreens, no Sound, no swamp - just trees that all look alike and some farmland. Even Illinois feels distinctive, with its endless fields of corn.
Drop me anywhere else I've lived, and I'll know where I am right away. Drop me in Michigan and I'll probably just shrug. I know, I know, the lake shore is nice and the Upper is full of hikes, and we need to explore. But man, mid-Michigan is just... dull.
Tucson... we hiked (a little). Baby saw saguaros and ocotillo and cholla. She did not attempt to hug any of them. We ate (a lot). I went for a run at sunrise at it was amazing. I went into work for a day because I'm a nut. I realized that Tucson has too many good coffee places. When did *that* happen? I got a little bit of a tan. We took some author photos with prickly pear.
I know I was so done with Tucson when we left, but now it's like a dream. Granted, we left in August when both heat and humidity are a thing, and we visited in March, when it's frigging gorgeous. Michigan is only just waking up from winter and soon it'll be gorgeous here and Tucson will be a mind-melting 115.
But I miss it.
So of course my edits for book 2 came in. Hah. A full 12 hours passed before I even saw them. And it was fine! Nothing exploded! Now, will I learn from that and be able to calmly ignore my inbox for an hour or two? ...probably not.
But I can try.
I turned in my copyedits yesterday morning, so at least those are no longer in my court, but I promised to have my synopsis for 3 done by May and also promised to get those edits done by... mid-May... so. Juggling, I should learn it.
But Tucson, Tucson was wonderful. I have returned to places I've lived many times in the past, and those felt weird and off, but this felt like coming home. The wide-open skies, the sunsets, the saguaros, the mountains - not to mention seeing all our friends who still live there - it felt as if we never had to leave.
Of course we did, and coming back to Michigan was... odd. Just bare trees and bare ground and a coating of snow. I think one of the reasons I don't like this state is because there's nothing *distinctive* about it. No mountains, no palm trees, no evergreens, no Sound, no swamp - just trees that all look alike and some farmland. Even Illinois feels distinctive, with its endless fields of corn.
Drop me anywhere else I've lived, and I'll know where I am right away. Drop me in Michigan and I'll probably just shrug. I know, I know, the lake shore is nice and the Upper is full of hikes, and we need to explore. But man, mid-Michigan is just... dull.
Tucson... we hiked (a little). Baby saw saguaros and ocotillo and cholla. She did not attempt to hug any of them. We ate (a lot). I went for a run at sunrise at it was amazing. I went into work for a day because I'm a nut. I realized that Tucson has too many good coffee places. When did *that* happen? I got a little bit of a tan. We took some author photos with prickly pear.
I know I was so done with Tucson when we left, but now it's like a dream. Granted, we left in August when both heat and humidity are a thing, and we visited in March, when it's frigging gorgeous. Michigan is only just waking up from winter and soon it'll be gorgeous here and Tucson will be a mind-melting 115.
But I miss it.
