I officially became an empty-nester! No more offspring living under my roof! They all have roofs of their own. They all have their own electric and cable bills. Woohoo!
But as I revel in this momentous occasion, a nagging question starts to surface. What the heck I am going to do now? This solitary state is so new for me.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve lived alone. (I know, hard to imagine. But it’s true.) I’ve always been living with SOMEONE: parents, siblings, ex-husband, and children. Now, I’m alone. (Except for my trusty dog, Poe.)
And I love it!
But what am I going to do? I’ve already turned one kid’s room into an office. (I’d been planning that one for awhile.) Hey, I needed space to think and write.
Still I have to think of other things to do, when I’m not at work or writing. So I’m making a list. It’s not a whole lot, but it’s a start.
1. Take acting lessons. I think it will help me with my writing and characters.
2. Go to the gun range. One of my characters is a police officer, so I want to feel what he feels when he’s on the job.
Okay, wait. These ideas are great. But they sound like research for my writing. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad I want to do these things. They will help me with my stories.
But I want to walk on the wild side. You know, dance naked in the moonlight, hang out all night and live off of 4 hours sleep (like I did when I was in my 20s), drink diet coke and eat a Milky Way bar for breakfast.
You know. The good stuff.
Right. Milky Way bar for breakfast? Am I kidding? I’m going to take a breath (And no, I’m not putting Poe in a stroller!) and give some serious thought to what goes on my list.
In the mean time, I will go in my office, close the door and see what my characters are up to. Their lives are much more interesting right now.
Oh joy. What am I going to do when I retire?