The past couple of weeks have been one of nail-biting excitement for me. Why you wonder! Did I get an Agent, did I get a publisher, have a signed a contract? Alas! No none of those, but just as exciting, nerve-racking just the same. Let me explain.
Last week I finally signed on the dotted line for my new position as Manager of my own shop. The phone, both at work and my cell, have been running red-hot ever since and emails splash across my work screen of congratulations, has been so sweet and exciting. I didn’t realise how many would be so thrilled for me.
Secondly I was interviewed on a writing buddies blog, see here, which I had never done before and, quite frankly never thought I would be asked to do. Nail biting? You betcha. Just waiting for the posting and wondering what the feedback would be like… *smiles, hits side of face* and I am now wondering what on earth I was worried about. The feedback and comments was amazing. I love reading all the other writers interviews, in our 12x12in12 group and indeed across the internet, and I am in awe of their commitment, dedication, their inner belief, their superb control and strength that enables them to spur on regardless of hurdles in their way. Best of all is the feedback, the connection that reminds one, that you are not alone, are not that far away. Oh it is so nice to be a part of such a wonderful writers group.
Thirdly, this past week finished in a Farewell party provided for me at my old shop which I have been working at for the past 39 years…hang on, before you faint,….. 2 months and 27 days … and I am not going to count the hours and minutes….LOL. I certainly will miss them, miss the building, the customers I have come to know and know me well and all the staff that are left behind. True we will always be in contact, but it won’t be quite the same. Many staff that have passed through I have managed to stay in contact with to this day, which is really nice, and they are special. My “old” (that’s a joke because I am old enough to be his Mum) boss during his speech commented, my ability to know, understand and care about all staff, both professionally and personally. He admitted (now I am leaving) that he will miss me terribly….. aww… that was sweet and brought tears to my eyes. I promised myself I would not shed any tears. I was a good girl… I didn’t, well! Not till I had, had a few drinks and was at home and it sunk in…..LOL. Now enjoying a relaxing weekend and finally some good summer weather.
Thought you might like a laugh. I tried to find a couple of pictures of me with dark hair, I played the part of “snow white” for a day at work one Christmas week back in the 1980’s. (the glass stain window in the background was one of my creative whims). It’s only been the last 5 years that I have gone blonde. (sorry for the very poor quality taken by cellphone) I only found this one. Enjoy.