I’ve given up my usual preference for tables at Starbucks and edged closer to the fireplace. It is cold outside (does that sound like an understatement to anyone else?) and my body thinks it would be a much better idea to head home for a nap. But I need this time. To clear my head and find my balance and listen to Phil Wickham and maybe–just maybe–to write.
It has been more than a month since I have come to Starbucks in the usual way. More than a month since routine and I parted ways. And, in this case, absence has certainly made the heart grow fonder. Routine looks almost blissful now.
For those of you wondering about the cliff hanger at the end of my latest book (The Lure of Lemons), there could be good news coming your way. I’m finally sorting through the many false starts and working my way through a first draft. I can’t promise the typical November release, but we are certainly closer to such an occurrence.
For now, the rusty blogger inside of me has run out of inspiration. But soon, yes soon, she will resurface in full-form. Until then, friends, keep warm,
~Jessie Mae
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