Shannon here: Linda Wood Rondeau shares a day in the life of an author, the buzz on her latest release, Second Helpings, plus a chance to win an e-book copy of Hosea’s Heart. Comment or answer the question in this post to enter the drawing. Deadline: May 23rd, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Linda:
Perhaps each day in my life is symbolic of our 42 years together. Some days are madcap and others sleepy. But rarely does one day match another.
I made one promise to my spouse … never a dull moment. Most days the expression, “The Adventure Continues” is uttered by one or both of us. We’ve learned like “The Borg” to adapt to whatever comes our way.
Not that anything in our lives at the moment would give us a heart-stopping thrill. We just can’t predict what the day will bring from sunup to sunset.
For example, the hubs never knows what time I’ll get up in the morning. You’d think, since I’m retired, I could sleep as late as I desired. Not so. My internal clock seems to like to wake me early these days anywhere from 3:30 am to 6:30am. Although, my husband sleeps later, I can’t predict with any certainty what time he’ll be up. Then there are those mornings when he wakes up early and I sleep in late. We have to keep each other on our toes, right?
Hubs usually sets the coffee to start brewing at 6:30. There are those times when the need for coffee arrives sooner.
Those are the days hubs will often wake up to cold coffee. If I’ve drained the pot, I’ll make more. I just never know. Neither does he. Oh well. We adapt, and hubs will use the microwave when necessary.
Depending upon when I get up, I may watch a television show, do my devotions or Bible study, and play some brain games before starting my writing day. Or … I may very well start pounding away before my eyes are fully open. I adapt to what my body can tolerate at the time.
When hubs gets up, he is a little more predictable. He grabs his coffee, cold or otherwise, and lumbers toward his mancave while muttering, “Good morning.” Hubs is the primary cook for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is on our own. I give him a minute or two to get a few gulps in before I ask what he is planning for dinner and supper. Sometimes, he actually has a plan. Sometimes, he’ll say. “What do you want?” And then I’ll say, “Surprise me.” Or sometimes I’ll have a suggestion. Or sometimes we do takeout. That’s variety, isn’t it? Then I’ll ask what his priorities for the day might be. Since he never plans, he has learned to adapt to my non-schedule.
Sometimes we have lunch for dinner and supper for lunch. But after our noon meal, sometimes I’ll nap. Sometimes
not. Sometimes he naps. Sometimes he doesn’t. I never know what to expect. If he’s napping, I’ll go someplace quiet so the click-clack of my computer doesn’t wake him. He’s a light sleeper. I’m not. We adapt.
Our evenings vary as well. Sometimes I’ll need to work into the later hours. Sometimes not. Hubs knows when I say, “I’m done,” it’s time to put on the Nightly News and wind down. He adapts.
I’m a managing editor for a small publishing house. I also do freelance editing, and I write books requiring marketing. Reminiscent of my social work days where I balanced multiple urgent priorities, I need to plan my writing day according to what is screaming the loudest to get done. Variety. I adapt.
Who said senior marriage was dull?
About Linda: A veteran social worker, Linda Wood Rondeau is also a wife, mother, and grandmother. She is no stranger to family bedlam. Her stories of encouragement and hope come from the heart. She resides in Hagerstown, Maryland with her husband of over forty-years. When not writing, the author enjoys the occasional round of golf. She also enjoys theater and is actively involved with her local church. Find more encouraging words in her blog, Snark and Sensibility, found on her website, www.lindarondeau.com. Visit her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest to learn more and connect:
About the book – Second Helpings:
Today is Jocelyn Johnson’s 45th birthday. Unhappy with her marriage of 22 years, the parenting talk show host has planned a noonday tryst with her cohost. A phone call from her college daughter, a peek into her teenaged son’s journal, a sick preschooler, a Goth daughter’s identity crisis, a middle-school son’s prank, and her husband’s inflamed suspicions, not only interfere with her hopeful birthday plans but throw her family into more chaos than a circus on steroids.
In desperate need of counsel, Jocelyn invites a Christian to dinner, her guest from her morning talk show segment. However, the evening holds little promise of calm. In the midst of bedlam, a forgotten faith rekindles causing Jocelyn to rethink her life and her marriage.
You will laugh and you will cry from the first page to the last as you journey through the day’s events and Jocelyn’s search for Second Helpings.
Question for Readers: What is your day like?
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