I usually try to write a lot on the weekends. No responsibilities. Sometimes no cooking dinners. No chores.
But this weekend has been non-stop. On Friday, we celebrated selling our rental homes. Yeah! No more being a landlord. Got all dressed up, pantyhose and heels. Yes, I own pantyhose. I’m over 40 and my legs are pasty-white in the middle of winter. We sent to Vic Stewart’s; a great steakhouse in our town. We ordered a bottle of champagne and drank to freedom. On Saturday, we went on our monthly dinner with friends. Great time, great food, great fun. Then on Sunday, we took down a tree in our backyard. When we moved into our house in 2001 the tree leaned at at a 45 degree angle. Our street is a wind tunnel and all the trees lean. Over the years, the tree would lean a little bit more and a little bit more. Then, this winter we had a lot of rain and the tree leaned at an angle that had us worried about the safety of our deck. So, the tree had to go. We are big D.I.Y.ers in this family, so the husband and I took down the 25 foot tree, one branch or section at a time with a rope, a saw, and a chain saw.
Needless to say, with all the husband-wife time this weekend; not much writing. But that is okay. If there were no more books tomorrow, I’d still have my husband of almost 25 years. Some things are worth the effort, and my husband is definitely the main one.
Jill James, author of contemporary and paranormal romance
and wife to P.
Jill James, romance writer 