I realize that most people are probably sick to death of hearing about how I haven’t finished my book yet (assuming that anyone is actually, you know, reading here anymore, especially given my sporadic posting over the last three months). I’ve been sick of it, too, mainly because I feel like the process has dragged out for SO STINKIN’ LONG. I could probably list 15 reasons why the time factor was way more challenging with this one – starting with the fact that I wasn’t doing any speaking stuff when I wrote the first one – but the fact of the matter is that none of the reasons really matter anymore because last night around 10:30 I finished the last of the edits.
ALL THE WAY FINISHED.
WITH THE WHOLE THING.
It occurred to me this morning that when I finished A Little Salty…, my fellas and I high-fived and whooped and celebrated. But when I finished Home is Where My People Are, I put my head down on the kitchen table and bawled my eyes out.
AND IT IS DONE.
So today has been a pressure-free delight. Our next door neighbor came over this morning to play with Alex, so I turned on GameDay, and I planned out a menu for the week (last time that happened: I DON’T EVEN KNOW), and then I went to the grocery store. I made lunch right here in my very own kitchen (as opposed to, for instance, the inside of Chipotle), and then I took a nap. The fellas left to run some errands while I was asleep, and I slept so hard that I had no idea where I was when I woke up.
So that was delightful.
And now, of course, we are AWASH in football. We’ve watched Auburn and Arkansas and Alabama and West Virginia and we’re about to watch my beloved Mississippi State Bulldogs play Southern Miss. The last time State and Southern Miss played was 1990, and when State scored at the end of the 4th quarter to win the game, students started throwing EVERYTHING. I was at the game with my friend Bubba, and as we were jumping up and down and up and down and up and down, we heard a loud “THUD” and realized that I’d been hit in the head by a very large (and thankfully empty) liquor bottle.
Sweet memories.
Anyway, we’re not in Starkville for the game today, but we’re about to tune in to the SEC Network and watch and eat supper and hopefully cheer the ‘Dogs on to victory.
Thanks for all your sweet emails and prayers and encouraging comments – I am so grateful for them and for y’all and for the Lord being sweet enough to give me some words. And now that the book is finished, we have all the time and bloggy space we need to talk about snack crackers and music and TV and dips and and wide-legged pants and whatnot.
You have no idea how happy I am about that.
Hope y’all are having a great weekend!
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