How did I ever get so lucky? Each St. Patrick’s Day carries more weight and meaning now that I’ve navigated the waters of Lough Derg, tromped through and ridden the verdant fields with my favorites. Thank you forever, Ireland. 🍀
Silly Supper. Adjective. Definition: Any combination of things thrown together for comfort, ease, speed.
A Silly Supper was quintessentially a trick of my great-grandmother (Minnie Ora Strother Shepherd Staton, to us, “Mommie Shep”) and something that we carry on as tradition. Tonight, my husband threw this dish of Mac n Cheese, field peas and snaps, and kale hash together and said, “silly supper?” Heart explosion that she is here still... in silly suppers and every time I call West “the apple of my eye” or get a fit of giggles late at night (she was famous for this). I read a quote that said “Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone.” She was so much more than a silly supper or a fit of giggles, but the concentrated element of what she left us of herself, what remains, is comfort and happiness. What a gift. Truly.
Today I got a really sweet message from someone asking if my absence in her feed on insta was due in part to me finishing a new book.
I answered, “yes.” But also, no.
It meant the world to hear her hopes of a new read from me in the pipeline and felt good to talk about #SouthernTide briefly. (🛑: first time I’ve announced the title to the true sequel to #SouthernSolstice, so don’t say I never give you anything). I’m on here a lot (mostly posting day-to-day life things with my son or the horses or the farm in the form of stories — or late night wine induced reposts), but the main posts have dried up a bit.
I am writing - as much as I can in this beautiful season of life where raising a five-year-old is the endeavor I hold highest. And hardest.
I literally sneak in writing like your mother snuck cigarettes in the bathroom. I dream about my characters often, as if I do not spend enough time thinking of them in my waking hours. I have left them in peril and limbo and they inquire on their fates frequently. And I sometimes get anxious at all I have and want to write about. I write for them and all of you and myself. I do not write for the money (trusssst me), but for the sheer joy of it.
So that was a really lengthy way to say, “Don’t go anywhere! I haven’t!” And also thank you for the patience and the encouragement. It makes this full-time writer with quarter-time availability feel a sense of wholeness.
P.S. It’s worth the wait.
Slinging into 2019 three books and two cocktails deep.