Nineteen days until fall falls down.
I am now nineteen days away from the release of Rosemary and Rue. Nineteen. That's a scary, powerful number. That's a number to seek the Tower by.
That's a number that changes everything.
I'm flailing a lot right now, because it's nineteen days until the fall falls down around me, and summer's over, and it's time to get to work. It's long past too late to say "sorry, I changed my mind, this isn't what I wanted"...and this is what I want, but it's only nineteen days away, and it's scary as hell to realize that. (I've been told this countdown gets easier. I've also been told that it doesn't. I sadly fear that it's the second camp that's correct.)
Nineteen days. Nineteen. That's the span of the world that's left to count itself down before my book is on shelves, and everything changes again, because nothing will ever take that reality away from me. Nineteen days, say thankee.
It sure did take a long time for everything to start changing so damn fast.
That's a number that changes everything.
I'm flailing a lot right now, because it's nineteen days until the fall falls down around me, and summer's over, and it's time to get to work. It's long past too late to say "sorry, I changed my mind, this isn't what I wanted"...and this is what I want, but it's only nineteen days away, and it's scary as hell to realize that. (I've been told this countdown gets easier. I've also been told that it doesn't. I sadly fear that it's the second camp that's correct.)
Nineteen days. Nineteen. That's the span of the world that's left to count itself down before my book is on shelves, and everything changes again, because nothing will ever take that reality away from me. Nineteen days, say thankee.
It sure did take a long time for everything to start changing so damn fast.