While biding time on a Thursday afternoon in May, I wonder what life will be like come September. I’ve been quietly working behind the scenes of two blogs, continuing a couple of columns for local fare, and beginning today, I add a new weekly story. It won’t actually go into publication until Memorial Day week, but it pays to stay ahead. The biggest news is a new office in a historic downtown building. From that perch, I shall begin to work on the two novels in front of me. Both have gone through first edits and it’s time to move them up the queue. I never used to bide my time, but patience, I have learned, is a true virtue. In honing my writing acumen and experimenting with style and circumstance, I can honestly say I’m ready for the big show. Since my advanced degrees do not include an MFA, nor do I tout advanced journalism creds or best-selling national rag publications among the attributes of my CV, I needed to hoe the rocky road until it evened out. The office makes it official. I have loved the studio I created at home, but it’s gotten a little small and I wanted a view of Lake Michigan. Thanks to a good friend, June 1st will be the big move. I haven’t carried a computer or briefcase to an office in seven years. Doing so, I believe, will take me away from the daily machinations of home chores and worries I should be doing something else besides writing. It also helps that my writing is paying enough to make such a move. Instead of fits and starts from publishing through book signings and sales, income now outweighs expenses. Phew! Nothing of this sort could happen, however, without the wonderful assistance of a wonderful partner and son who has so sincerely helped me catapult into yet another career that allows enough flexibility to take care of everyone in my life. And it is to all of those people I shall devote the next several years of my life, making sure daily wants and lifelong desires don’t go without hope. As I’ve practiced for the last nine years, I shall continue paying forward the Universal blessings showered upon me. Biding time over. It’s time to write.