Marching Time

One of the challenges when writing a series like mine is keeping track of time; seasons and cycles. Following the maturation of youngsters and youth based on their own species. Sometimes as I am sitting at my computer I feel like my head is going to explode.

I have a similar problem with the children of friends, kids I taught over the years, even family members who I don’t see every day. Their changes, their maturation, even their aging is starteling and sometimes confusing.

Of course I occasionally have that sensation when looking in a mirror. Just yesterday I was one of the newbie teachers. Now I am retired from that adventure and embracing the next. The time flew past while I was busy.