In Transit

Halloween is over but it’s not yet Thanksgiving, or at least it doesn’t feel like it. My mind doesn’t yet want to think of cornbread dressing and pies. It’s stuck on other things – suspended, waiting, in transit.

Last week, after a meltdown over how unnecessarily complicated it is to ship packages overseas, I said goodbye to my Cinderella painting – the same one that was with me at my art show in Barcelona last year, then on my Christmas trip to Malaga, and in the Air France First Class cabin coming home. The same one that hung in a home decor shop in Galveston for a few months. She’s going back to Barcelona to the home of a collector who fell in love with her last winter. While she’s in transit I get text updates on her whereabouts. And today I was informed she’s in Chicago. Which is both weird and wonderful. I mean, there’s a perfectly good international airport here in Houston, so I don’t know why she had to commence her journey over the pond elsewhere. Then again, Chicago is a place she’s never been before, and like me this girl likes to travel. I’m not sure I’ll keep getting texts once she leaves the country, but while she’s in transit I feel restless.

As if Cinderella’s safe arrival is not enough of a momentous occasion to wait on, I’m also eagerly awaiting the release of The Glory Days of Aimée Bonnard as an audiobook! I received the audio files two weeks ago from the very talented voice actress, Stacey Lind and loved every minute of listening to them. I have approved them and am now waiting on the final quality check by ACX. This process takes 10 business days. Today is day 10, and each time I check my email I’m hoping to see a message about the book going live.

It’s not easy being impatient, let me tell you that.

So what will I do in the meantime? The things that usually help: Clean, nap, paint, and read. Wish me luck!

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