Last day of baseball season. Aaaargh!

Today is a very sad day. There's only one game left in the regular baseball season. Baseball means a lot to me. It's everything about summer, wrapped up in one package and I will sorely miss it. I mean, imagine having to figure out what to do with your evening instead of watching a game?! How is a person supposed to handle something like that? Brrrrrr. Cold reality.

But here's the thing: I'm going back to writing fiction tomorrow morning. I fell off the writing wagon last year. I'm not even sure how it happened. I was going strong, going strong...and then I wasn't doing it at all. That'll happen if you don't prod yourself to keep going.

So something ends today, but something begins tomorrow. That's how I'll get over my baseball sadness. And I really have to write the next book. No one buys Xmas Carol, my first book, because it's the only book on my Amazon shelf. People figure you're a wingnut if you only produce one book.

But I'm not a wingnut and the book is great. BTW, right now is the perfect time for you to start reading it. It begins with the Halloween season and ends with Xmas, making it the perfect holiday book. You know you want to leave summer behind. Get a head start by reading Xmas Carol.

And in the meantime, I'll write that next book. It's going to be a zinger. I promise. But for today, I've still got baseball. Hooray! And best of all, my Nats are in the post-season. Zing!

The end of the baseball season

A week or two back, I started to get nervous about the coming end to the baseball season. This happens every year. I shriek, "But what will I do in the evenings?!" It seems hopeless.

And then I remembered that last year, after recovering beautifully when the season ended, I wrote myself a note. So I looked for the note and found it in Stickies:

Baseball: Getting over it

Dear Keith,

Each year you wonder how you'll face the end of the baseball season. Here's how you do it, Keith. 

Remember, the World Series has McCarver and Buck, which ruins everything. This disgusts you so much that it helps you let go of your longing for baseball. I know you think this can't happen, but it does. When baseball finally ends, you're just happy not to have to hear McCarver's voice anymore.

As for the evenings, watching movies, thinking, jotting down notes, and writing take up the slack and eliminate the problem. You are never bored, Keith. Trust me on this. 

Don't worry.  Be happy.

K

I read that note and my trepidation fled. It's okay. I'll survive. In fact, the self-obsessed duo -- McCarver and Buck -- are hosting the Giants/Cardinals game tonight and I won't even watch.