I’m not quite sure where to start. I feel as though my life has spun out of control lately. A month ago I was moving along with writing my second book ‘Isle of Night, today I am trying to fit in finishing the book and plan a move eleven hundred miles away. I don’t want to get in to the particulars but due to personal reasons my husband and I are moving back to Charleston, SC where we lived for fifteen years before relocating back to my home state of Maine.

When this discussion first came up I dismissed it. Moving back to Maine and giving my children an idyllic New England upbringing was always my goal. I didn’t want them to grow up in the hustle and bustle of a city. I wanted them to experience all that this amazing region has to offer. I think we did accomplish that dream and while it makes me happy, I am also feeling a sense of loss. I love where I grew up. I love the beauty of the rocky coastline, the crystal clear lakes, and the majestic mountains.

I am looking forward to southern sweet tea and central air conditioning though. Lord, how I have missed that!

So as all of this was unfolding, my thoughts immediately turned to my writing. Could I really finish? Did I have what it takes to lose myself in my writing while I was trying to get things ready for our move?

I am happy to say the answer is yes! I finished the other night. It was the same night my husband drove out of the driveway and started the trip south without us. Even though we knew that he had to leave several weeks before the kids and I, I still wasn’t quite prepared to wave him off down 95. I came in the house, made sure the kids were settled, and sat down at my computer. A few hours later I was done. I know that there is still a tremendous amount of work to do, editing, revising, etc. but that feeling of completion was simply amazing.

I’m sure most people would’ve probably put it the back burner but I just couldn’t do that. I guess it’s because I’m not wired that way. I also insanely set a goal to have the second book edited and published before I leave in six weeks.

Yes, I am not right in the head. I have never claimed to be someone with a lot of common sense. I go with my gut and try to push myself to the edge with everything I do in this world. This time, however, I have a really good reason. You see, I love this book. The first book I wrote furiously. I had to get it out of my head as quickly as possible. It was almost like a demon was chasing me.

I didn’t realize at the time that demon was me.

‘Isle of night’ is a book that I am extremely proud of, not only did I write a second book, but I also enjoyed writing it. Maybe it’s because I have developed more confidence or maybe it’s because I think it’s an awesome book…well, in my humble opinion.

Next month, right before I hit the road on my next adventure, I am going to hit publish and just like the road of the life, I am not going to look back.