Finding America and Shemballah

As of last night we are officially flying home to America on June 9th, 2014. This is thrilling and exciting and coming super fast which I’m really happy about.

So happy that all I want to do is lie in bed and eat cookies. It’s not as comfortable as it sounds.

I’ve got this huge house and I swear I’ve been trying to my darndest to wade through the flotsam and get the jetsam ready to ship. My garage is a living flohmarkt (garage sale) and I keep leaving the doors open in hopes that people will just come steal stuff. It would be so nice if I could simply drop it off any old time at the Good Will but that kind of doesn’t happen here. The Airman’s attic loves used stuff…when they’re open. That is usually the fourth full moon of every leap year when the lilly blooms hot pink and Rex eats green beans with a smile.

And I want to sit down and write but every time I do all I can think about is my red hair. It’s a farce. I’m not a red head. I was loving it so much the first six weeks that this last time I went hard core red. I really liked it…until I saw pictures from our Ireland vacation. All I could do was stare at that strange woman standing next to Jason and wonder how I missed such a great vacation.

Then it struck me; what if I die with red hair? What if they bury me as A REDHEAD?? I can’t stand it, it would be such a lie. If my body ever got exumed my family would say, “Nope, not her. She was a blonde.” And what about getting resurrected? Would I come out a red head forever? No. No way, this has to go. Call it part of my pre-move identity crisis, I need blond and I need it badly. I’m such a fraud.

With so much to think about and worry about (hair, house, hair, move, hair, cookies) I did what any sane person would do and downloaded a book today. Not just any book, my sister Jenny’s new book Finding Shemballah. It’s the sequal to her first book, Laryn Rising and might be my favorite sequal ever and that includes Scarlett.

Okay, it’s a toss up with Scarlett. Especially now that I’ve ridden horses on the coast of Ireland like a true wild Irish lass (which I’m not but kind of am in my unofficially Irish heart). Have I  mentioned that yet? Seriously, flew across the beach on my beautiful big Gypsy Cob Hugo with my red hair stuffed in my helmet feeling not a little like Merida. And when that lovely cob opened up and really pounded sand I might have howled like a celtic banshee.

But back to the book, the link is HERE and it is such a wonderful finish to a cool story. I like the first book ____________this much and the second book _______________________this much because it ties them together so perfectly.

Also my sister isn’t giving me anything or being particularly nice just because I’m putting this out there, I just think she’s an amazing writer.

So go and procrastinate and check out her fantastic books. They’re incredible.

I’ll go not pack my house.