Stick a fork in me.
I’m home. Home from the road. Home to my messy house and my unpaid bills and my cranky cat and my needing-a-walk-dog and my astounding amazing family.
The trips were so good, totally worth it. I visited with great people in fun places, and met with hundreds (maybe thousands) of kids and sold hundreds and hundreds of books. I got to drop in on warm, diverse Jewish communities and I got to see old friends, and new ones. I visited bookstores and libraries, and toured schools. I was interviewed for radio shows, and profiled in actual print newspapers. I slept in fancy hotels and caught up on all sorts of bad television. I felt deeply lucky to have such an experience. It was everything I dreamed it might be.
But now, I just want to be home. Home. Home. I want to make a turkey in my pajama pants. I want to drink a glass of wine with my husband. I want to watch my kids tear around in the unraked yard, chasing after the dog/dragon, wielding wiffle ball bats/ swords.
My new book is done. Done! We even have a rough sketch for the cover. My travel is (mostly) over.
Now I get to rest, regroup, restore. I get to clean the house, and maybe even get my hair cut. I get to wake up, at the start of each day, surrounded by all the things and people I love most. I get to eat oatmeal. Drink coffee. Take a walk. Complain about the all the things I need to be doing. I get to live my “normal” life. Over and over. Day after day. For a bit.
Right now I can’t think of any feeling more thankful than that.
Penny Dreadful being an Indienext pick for winter is just the icing on the cake!