The biggest thing occupying my time in recent weeks has been the move to the new house. While I slaved away at the office Sheryl was busy boxing and transporting stuff to the new place, right up until Thursday when we spent our first night together in the new place. Unfortunately, thanks to my internet provider dropping the ball, we’re without internet, cable and home phone service for some undetermined time. We are not going away quietly by any means, but in the interim I’m writing this from the big armchair in the old place, where we still have service. It’s convoluted and inconvenient, but it is what it is. And hopefully a short-term solution.
In terms of actual writing news, I’ve been reaping the fruits of the winter’s work… sort of. Some of you will recall the frenzy of creativity that took place in this very house during the snowy months. To recap, I plotted, wrote, edited and finished a novel, a novella and a number of short stories, all before the snow melted. Now, in the middle of what I’m calling a creative recharge (code for “I’m not working on much of anything right now”), I’ve been sending all of these completed works to various places in the hopes of placing them in good homes. I’d be thrilled to see some of this in print in 2018. Fingers crossed!
I’m just looking around at the empty rooms and walls no longer adorned with art, no bookshelves sagging under the weight of our extensive (and, as I’ve been recently reminded, very heavy) collection… not much at all, in fact. I’ll post something soon in regards to my take on leaving the house I’ve spent so much of my life in. For now, with this post in the books and my laptop fully charged once again, I’m leaving home… to go home. Happy Saturday, folks.