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Blue skies.  End of school.  Baking heat.  Swimming pools.  Air you can cut with a knife.  Sun tea.

Last week, summer walked through the door, plonked her suitcases down in the hall, and hollered "Yoo-hoo!  I'm back!  Did ya'll miss me?"

Last week, a very nice young man also came by the house and explained that we can spend an exorbitant amount of money to repair our ancient heat pump now and again in a year or two, or we can spend an exorbitant amount of money to get a shiny new unit installed that will last another dozen years.  Clearly we see the logic in option 2 except for one small, teeny tiny detail.  We do not have an exorbitant amount of money.

We are without air conditioning in South Carolina in the summer.  Bless our hearts.

Now I know perfectly well people survived summers in the Southeastern United States before air conditioning existed.  The methods are simple.  Capture any slight breeze.  Keep rooms dark.  Use as few heat-producing appliances as possible.  Wear lightweight, airy fabrics.  Drink lots of iced tea, or better yet, mint juleps and gin and tonics.  (Note: We need more bourbon and tonic water. And gin.)

It's working for now, but the end is nigh for this coping method.  (Except for the booze. We'll continue defeating the heat with booze.)  Nighttime temperatures are still low enough to cool the house, but that will only last a week or two longer at most.  Therefore Darling Husband and I have begun exploring other options because we are wimps who would shudder at the thought of July and (Oh, dear Lord!) August temperatures, except shuddering takes far too much energy and makes us sweat more.  Instead we lounge here like slugs and estimate how long we can fool ourselves into thinking it really isn't all that hot.

And so, lo and behold, after two years of being a SAHM, I'm looking for paying work.  This is somewhat hampered by the fact that I'm also attempting to change career paths.  And that all my job references seem to have retired and disappeared into the winds.  They're probably traipsing about Europe and East Asia enjoying their hard-earned retirement accounts.  Can't blame them, really.  Sounds heavenly.  I fully intend to do the same, someday.  But their timing is a bit unfortunate.

So now I'm a writer monkey for hire.  I am also a fabulous researcher, excellent editor, fairly decent at formatting, above average typist, and a very fast learner.  I'm honest, efficient, and a stickler for details.  (I used to be modest, but I got over it.  Modesty doesn't buy bacon and fried egg sandwiches. Or booze.)  

Wish me luck!

Starting a New Adventure

I'm quitting my day job.

I've wanted to write that sentence for over a year now.  That is my news, the major event I've wanted to share with everyone and couldn't tell anyone.  But today, it's official.  I handed in my resignation letter this morning and took the form up to the dean's office.  I'm quitting.  I quit.  I quit.  I QUIT!

I'm going to be a stay-at-home-mom.  I'm going to help my home-schooled son get through high school.  I'm going to write the stories that have been crowding my mind for years but I never have time to write down.  I'm going to take long walks and bicycle rides.  I'm going get my body into a shape that isn't round and flabby.  I'm going spend hours at the library and plant my herb and flower garden and repaint the downstairs bathroom.  I'm going to rediscover my love of cooking.

I'm daring to dream a different future for myself.  And I'm going to make it happen.

I'm scared out of my mind.  I can't stop smiling.  I feel nauseous and bubbly and, dear whatever-higher-power-is-listening-right-now, I need a drink.  Or chocolate.

April 1, 2013 is the start of my new life.  Aaaaaand I just realized that is also April Fools Day.  Oh, I really hope that's not an omen.  Wait!  Maybe it is.  Maybe it means my new life will be full of laughter and joy.  Yeah, let's go with that.  It doesn't make me want to vomit. 

Ok, time to stop shaking and make a list of everything I need to do before March 31 because I'M QUITTING!

Where Romance and Springsteen Converge (according to Molly O'Keefe)

Breaking the long silence to post a link to this amazing essay by Molly O'Keefe and posted on Smart Bitches, Trashy Books blog today about the similarity between the music of the amazing Bruce Springsteen and Romance novels.  It is the greatest thing I've read this year as pertains to the importance of genre fiction, and romance in particular...and yes, it's only eight days into this year, but I have a feeling come December, that statement will still be true.  GO FORTH AND READ.

Molly O'Keefe on Romance, Springsteen - and a Giveaway"