So, my daughter is back in Italy, via Australia (!). She is completely jetlagged and found herself awake very early this morning. She decided to get up and go for a walk. And because she’s so jetlagged and has no idea what time it is anywhere in the world, she called me.
At 12:30 a.m.
By this point in her travels, I’m used to this, so my mom-panic was brief, especially since it was a video call and I could see Florence at sunrise behind her. Y’all, seriously:
It’s all I can do not to spend the day on the floor, sobbing with jealousy.
Kidding. Sort of.
I am so glad she has this sort of opportunity. And it has me thinking that the next time (fingers crossed) I visit Italy/Europe, I’d like to go in the fall/winter. Way fewer tourists, and I loved Germany during the holiday season and winter.
I’ll grant you, I did not enjoy the REFORGER exercise in January or Hohenfels in November. But otherwise? It was lovely.
This gift of Florence at sunrise was fortuitous, or maybe it was serendipity. I spent part of this week writing a scene set at sunrise in Florence. (Italy, not Wisconsin. If you know, you know.)
I also worked on consolidating all my author bios. That was a great exercise. Not only are they all in one place now, but I also made lists of publications I can use, depending on what I want to highlight.
Between that and the branding task, I realized that I’m not one author or “brand” and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be. I have thoughts (many, many thoughts) about branding, which I hope to share in the next few weeks.
But now? I have a date with the living room floor. If anyone needs me, I’ll be there sobbing with jealousy.
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Gorgeous view! And, yes, Germany in early December can be lovely, especially as a civilian… wandering through the Weihnachtsmärkte, sipping glühwein, yielding to the temptations of wunderschöne, süße Clementine, still warm from the Spanish sun. Good luck with the branding exercises this week!
What an amazing shot! I appreciate the momentary panic. Most of the time when one of my daughters calls (and it happens to be the who travels the most) there is a perceived crisis to be dealt with. I use the word perceived because her sense of urgency doesn’t always match mine. 🙂