The middle of July.
Can someone please tell me when it became the middle of July?!
I’m guessing it has something to do with the passage of time and blinking and then suddenly summer is over and your children are all walking and talking and then they’ve moved away and gotten jobs and houses and cars and children of their own.
I mean, not all at once. Maybe all that takes three or four blinks instead of just one. I will say though, my baby IS walking and talking (Okay, fine. He isn’t actually talking. It’s more like barking whenever he sees the dog. But I know what he’s really saying is “Hey Mamma look there’s the doggy.” It’s true. I get that from his cute little “woof” sound. And because I get it, IT TOTALLY COUNTS AS A WORD.) and he’s growing up oh, so very fast.
And also, so is my book. Growing up, I mean. It’s even earned a couple of reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, a few of which weren’t even written by family members. I know! Strangers read my book! And they liked it!
I’m so appreciative guys, to everyone that is reading and taking the time to let me know how they feel about the book. It means so much to get feedback and makes so much of the writing and revising and the staying up late and the getting up early just to squeeze in a little more time to write worth it. So thank you. Have I said that? Thank you, thank you, thank you. I still get a little overwhelmed when I see the book on my bookshelf, my name on the cover. I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually, but for now, i’m just grateful. Grateful and humbled by the love and support and the genuine happiness that has been expressed by so many friends and family members, and now strangers too! It means the world. I’m gonna say it one more time, okay? Then I promise I’m done.
Want to hear a funny story? So the wonderful beautiful big white farmhouse in the novel? The one that Kate inherits? The one in Rose Creek? (Are we all together here? Good.) It really exists. I mean, not precisely. But there IS a house very close to the airport and the elementary school that are in the novel (and that do really exist, for real, just as described) that I’ve seen across the valley. I’ve never seen it up close, but from a distance, I can’t help but think every time I see it, “THAT is Kate’s house!” So yesterday after spending an eternally long day inside with sick children and a sick husband and a baby that wanted to be held constantly, I decided to get out of the house and go for a drive and go and find that house. It was inspiration in the writing of an entire novel. It deserved to be found!
And it was. I absolutely found the house that so perfectly fits with my vision of what Kate’s century old farmhouse looks like in the novel. Except, gosh darn it, there are PEOPLE living in this house. People that aren’t Kate! Working in the yard, feeding their chickens. As I pulled up the dead end road RIGHT INTO THEIR DRIVEWAY WHILE THEY WERE ALL SITTING ON THE PORCH WONDERING WHAT THE CRAZY WOMAN IN THE MINIVAN WAS DOING, I suddenly got scared and turned right around and went the other direction.
In hindsight, I probably should have just gone up and told them their house was in my novel. I bet they would’ve let me take a picture. Maybe? Maybe not? Perhaps I should call first? To keep from having to belly crawl through someone’s bushes to snap a picture of what Kate’s house looks like in my mind, I did the next best thing. I searched Google images. First, there are a lot of old white farmhouses in this world, and yet, I scrolled through endless rows of images before finding two that mostly come close to the house I see in my mind. And so I share them with you now…
Maybe one day I’ll be able to snag a photo of the actual, in the flesh (in the wood?) inspiration house, but for now, random internet photos will have to suffice.
Let’s talk image credits, shall we? The first photo is a home that I believe is located somewhere in Oregon. I tried to track the photo’s original source, but was unable to do so. Google Images kept pulling up a link that was broken. So. If this is your photo, or your house, please don’t be mad. Please do send me an email, okay? Thank you, and also your house is really beautiful?!
The second photo is a home in Virginia, previously known as The Dragon Run Inn. It was a Bed and Breakfast until November, of 2012 when its owners retired. The photo was borrowed from their original website, www.dragonruninn.com.