Confession: I am not the most observant person in the world. Do you hear that guffaw of laughter? That was my husband, reading this over my shoulder. He knows, after 24 years of living with me, how true that statement is.
Example, we will be sitting on the couch together watching TV and my eyes will be fixed on the TV screen and my husband will turn to me and remark upon something that we have both presumably watched, and I will blink at him and have no idea what the heck he is talking about.
I live inside my head, is what I am trying to say. For someone who makes a living being a writer (And I use the term "makes a living" metaphorically), it's a good thing that I live inside my head. Inside my head, I'm imagining stuff. Running through scenes. Relaying a conversation between make-believe people. It's kinda cool to be able to disappear into other worlds while at the SAME TIME sitting in a room and "watching TV."
My kids have another way of describing this phenomenon.
Distracted (when they are being nice)
Crazy (when they are not)
But I digress.
My point is that I looked out the window and realized that fall had come without my being aware of it.
Digression number 2. See that graphic above? I MADE that with this App called WordSwag. I discovered WordSwag this past weekend and have been having a ball making things like this:
And, okay, one more:
WordSwag, I am here to tell you, provides the PERFECT blend of procrastination and creativity for the distracted writer in your life. Also, it is easy to use--a quality I appreciate as someone who does not know how to operate my phone.
I know. I keep digressing all over the place.
My eyes have glazed over and I have disappeared into other worlds.
Meanwhile, in this world, it is October.
The leaves are blowing around the yard and it seems like just yesterday they were on the trees, blooming and golden. The tomatoes--that I planted YESTERDAY!!--are rotting on the vines.
Time is passing before my eyes, or rather it is NOT passing before my eyes, since I don't seem to be able to notice it passing.
Just yesterday, it seems, I threw a party.
I baked a cake. I pushed a yellow Number One candle into the chocolaty frosting. The cake was for a little boy who had never tasted cake before, so I wanted that first slice to be special.
The moment is frozen. The little boy has the most serious expression on his sweet little face. Someone--probably my husband, since he was the only one who knew how to work the camera--snapped the picture.
That happened yesterday.
In a few days, the little boy will be celebrating his 21st birthday.
Sue me if I like to live inside my head.
Or distract myself with this: