Sometimes I think I lead a rather boring life. While friends of mine travel to exotic locales to do research for their next novel, I sit home in the midst of a forest of pines and oaks, dinking around on my computer and paying for home repairs.
Then I reflect, and find that my life isn't so boring after all. My forest is very lovely, and I am the envy of many people because I can live here the year around.
I've been to several writers' gatherings this year:
- ANWA's Writers Conference in March
- LDStorymakers' Writers Conference in March
- Western Writers of America's Convention in June
- ANWA's Arizona Retreat in July
Sadly, I've traveled to several funerals this year.
I get to meet wonderful writers to interview on my blog, Writer in the Pines.
I can write novels that touch readers' hearts.
I have friends in many places, including close to home and far away.
I have a family that loves me.
I get to give service to many of them, and to several worthy organizations.
I have books to read, music to listen to, and movies to watch.
Okay, not a boring life after all.