Hey, what’s up?

Hey, how’s everyone doing?

I’m going to admit to being really down about what’s happening in our country and honestly, I need to delete my Twitter account. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen whether I’m monitoring things or not so I’m sorry, I can’t “stay awake on the plane” for everyone else anymore.

I’m gonna try and enjoy my summer.  We have some cool travel plans.

So somehow an entire year has passed since I retired and I was going to write a whole post about that but nah.  It’s been a weird time and I’ve had some unexpected medical woes to deal with but on the plus side, I have a shitty first draft of a new novel called The Crazy House and I’ve already begun to torture myself about sending queries and finding a new agent.

I know the drill but I’m old now.  I don’t want rejection, I don’t want to wait 3 years for it to be published, and I sure as hell don’t want to attend any sales meetings.

To my writer friends who actually do those things, you have my highest respect.  After decades of being in this business, I now know writing the book is sometimes the easiest part of this process.

Or not.

I’m thinking after I’m happy with it and hire an editor, I’m just going to publish it chapter by chapter on Medium or somewhere like that.

But we’ll see.  

Speaking of books, I’m lucky enough to be reading an advance copy of my pal Ellen Meister’s new book, Take My Husband.

Oh my god.

I’m really enjoying this one and I’ll have a lot more to say when I’m finished reading.

But for now, if you want to pre-order it, here’s a link:

Take My Husband: A Novel
https://www.amazon.com/dp/0778309878/ref=cm_sw_r_awdo_S68SACD75FNKA1Z53TW5

Pre-orders are everything to writers.

Cool?  Cool.

Yeah, so in other news, health stuff I do not want to talk about but everything is fine, except somehow the universe conspired against me, i.e., I put things on my iCalendar and then never look at it until I get an alert, and somehow I have a different doctor appointment every day this week except Friday, when I have a hair appointment.

Oh, my busy life.

Gary and I are now at the stage of our retirement where we ask ourselves daily, “How the hell did we do it?” How did we work full time, raise a family, coach little league, run business meetings 3-4 evenings a week (Gary), and be President of the Home and School Association for what felt like 10 years (me)?

Oh, and I served as an editor for 3 magazines, editor of two anthologies, and wrote 4 novels.

Good drugs.

Oh, I’m kidding.

Maybe. 😎

Nowadays we get exhausted just going food shopping.

Or doom scrolling on Twitter.

Anyway, so far so good at the doctor, the two scariest visits are behind me though knock wood, knock wood, I’m not taking anything for granted these days and I just realized the cataract doctor tomorrow could be scary because I’m always expecting doctors to say, “Hey, what’s that?” during routine visits because hey, it’s happened.

And to add to my angst, my last first cousin on my mother’s side, cousin Annie, died last month. My age, though 8 months older.  There were seven of us, now it’s down to 3 and naturally I realized, because I am insane, that we’re dying in age order.

Guess who’s next?

Oy.

Yeah, yeah, I know that’s not how it works but as I said, I’m nutz.  I’m not worried, but let’s just say I’m being pretty good to myself lately.  If I see something I want, I’m buying it.

Or eating it 😎.

Changing the subject completely, we had an unbelievably awesome time in Nashville though as I type this, I realize I need to make that a separate post.

Okay then!  Next post will be joyful…hmmm…I better leave out the part about the “Trump Won” caravan of cars we encountered in Knoxville that still has me shaken.

One sign said, “Only black cars matter.”

We almost threw up.

I mean, we know what Donald unleashed in this country, we know it always existed, but holy hell, as Philadelphia liberals, it’s shocking and demoralizing to actually see it live.

I know, I know, let it go, Robin.  Listen to music, have normal thoughts, and read Ellen’s book!

Yep.

Anyway, I am going to end this post on a positive note. I now have a painting by Bev Jackson on my wall!  I met Bev over 20 years ago when we were all newbie writers at Zoetrope Studios and a core group of us are still pals on social media though if anyone wants to have a meetup in New York this summer, HELL YES. Bev’s artwork is amazing and shockingly affordable. You can have a look here: https://jacksonsjazz.com/

So that’s it for now, Gary is making me heart healthy pasta for dinner and he just called me in for a taste.

Not bad!  Totally vegan with peanuts and broccoli and very yummy.

Yay for having a fantastic chef husband!

I’m going eating.

Peace and love 😎