Fast.

Here I am, barely getting in under the wire but posting two weeks in a row! 

Does anyone else HATE their Alexa? I think the feeling must be mutual by now, but I swear she ignores me on purpose. My husband or daughter can calmly talk to her, and she'll dutifully complete whatever task she is given. Me? She rarely does what I say on the first prompt. Please tell me I'm not alone in this annoyance. My daughter says I talk too fast... perhaps. 

Fast is a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. Fast is, in itself, irrelevant without slow. The two work together in an excruciatingly clever dance to get us to want what we do not have. Christmas is a prime example. When we are young, we can't wait for Christmas to arrive. We want the waiting process to go quickly. We want it now! Fast! Then it comes and goes, and you're left wishing it hadn't happened so fast after all. Fast is a tease. I have no doubt my readers can think of several things that are both good and bad, fast. 

The anecdote to all of this, fast or slow, is patience. I have none. That has been one of the hard lessons I've had to learn during the writing and publishing process. Long-term goals are key. Long term... Long-term has never been my forte. In the meantime, I'm trying to learn how to market better.

One of my favorite quotes is from my youngest daughter. She said to me a couple of years ago now, "No one knew who anyone was until they did."

She's pretty smart, that girl. So here I am, learning patience, learning to market, and learning to blog. ALSO, my next book is coming out this weekend! RACHEL! You'll love it, if you like spice!