I turned it in. The third book in my Messenger series has flown through that series of tubes we call the Internet from California to New York City. I walked around all day yesterday whistling, "Ding Dong! The book is Done!" Then tonight my youngest child graduates from high school. He turned 18 about 3 weeks ago. Some of the ladies here know about the little issue I had with his birthday dinner, but they've been sworn to secrecy. Hear that drunk writers? SECRECY.
Anyway, I'm done with my book and apparently I'm done with child rearing. I told my oldest I'm now just his friend. He told me that sounded chill.
Another thing that's chill? Getting to the book that's been waiting for revisions for months. Months!!! I don't even remember what I wrote. It has to do with a car accident, some teenagers, a senator, a preacher and some religious controversy.
Then I have to figure out what to do. The last couple of years have been crazy busy. Kids graduating from high school and applying to colleges. Kids going to college. We've moved my mother twice and she's had innumerable health crises which seem to land us in emergency rooms on holidays with lots of drinking. Oh, and my day job went from part-time to full-time.
One of my sisters thinks I need to take a hiatus and "just be Eileen" for a while. The other sister thinks that I need to keep writing because it's usually most crucial to keep going just when it's the hardest. I don't know what I think except that I'm pretty sure that I'm at a major crossroads and that there's no right road and no wrong road, but I'm going to have to choose a direction.