Now TIme Moves Slow

I had blogged in the past about how time seemed to move so fast. Especially the last fifteen years since my first son was born. The days when he was a little baby seem like yesterday, but now he's as big as I am.

And the last ten years since my second son was born have moved even faster. That is a very sobering thought.

But the last three months since I signed a contract with Melange Books for the publication of KILLER OF KILLERS have moved quite slowly. And the last couple months while awaiting an answer for my second novel, THE VASE have moved slower still.

Now I'm not complaining. I am relieved that time has slowed. Because the time does eventually pass no matter how fast or slow it's moving. And besides, when you're waiting on something, like your first book to come out or another one to be accepted, it gives you a lot to look forward to.