Deep Breaths and a Well Charged Cell Phone

My husband is in San Francisco right now. Right at this second, he and his company‘s CEO are presenting their technology at the CloudBeat 2013 Innovation Showdown to a room full of experts and investors. If they win the showdown, it’ll completely change our life and the future of their company.

So, you know, no big deal.

So what am I doing? I’m sitting on the couch typing while my children sleep upstairs. It’s so weird to think that my husband is hundreds of miles away, doing what is arguably the most important presentation of his life, and I have no idea how it’s going. My ears are pricked up like an outsized Corgi’s, waiting for the phone to ring, but it probably won’t ring for a few hours because Wes will be caught up in a whirlwind after the presentation and then the award ceremony shortly after.

Hours. Hours I’ll have to wait, wondering and conjuring every sort of outlandish outcome in my overly imaginative brain.

It’s not that I don’t have other stuff to do. I entered my book, Blood Money, in a contest today and I’m revising my newest book (since I haven’t touched it since April). My parents will be here tomorrow and I have surgery on Thursday. Believe me, there’s plenty to occupy my mind and yet all I can think about is Wes, standing on a stage while his friend (the company’s CEO) delivers the speech I helped write.

Are you tired of thinking about it yet? I could keep typing about it but I suppose I should go back to my revisions and stop fixating out loud on my blog.

Deep breaths are called for here. Deep breaths and a well charged cell phone.

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