So today is my birthday, and I’ve been mired in stuff I’d rather not be doing, not to mention having been snowed in yesterday.
Later on the program is seeing some houses, as we are as yet “homeless.” We have a house, but it’s a rental and full of strange mountain ranges of boxes, so not “home.”
My husband gave me A Writer’s Emergency Pack which has 26 idea cards and 26 detail cards with helpful suggestions to try. I’m wondering if this is like the birthday when I gave my brother The Giant Book of Dinosaurs with Illustrations. 😉
I do need to get back on the writing horse, and the vacation didn’t help, but then I was always afraid three day (which turned into two and an extra night) wouldn’t be enough, because…
What a long strange year it’s been. It started before my bday with the discovery of something that SHOULDN’T be there, and then my doctor assuring me it was nothing just before Christmas (in the misguided belief, I think, that it would help my holidays) then discovering in mid november after we decided to rent a house, so we could clean our home of 13 years and get it ready for us to move out and sell, that what I had was not strictly speaking cancerous, but it was “highly proliferative and mutational” aka, pre-cancerous. So surgery was scheduled, and then I came out of that to the Big Puppy Fight of 15. Because I’d had Brad take my place due to my health issues, I felt bad about the guys getting piled on and I dove in. JUST before we went back to the house to paint, scrape and generally make it acceptable for sale. Then I came home and finished overdue work (Novel, novella, etc.) AND THEN we had an offer and needed to hop through “new Federal guidelines rules’ because apparently what was wrong with the real estate market was NOT giving loans to people based on tan, not finances. No, what was wrong was NOT ENOUGH FEDERAL RULES AND PAPERWORK. And then we did final cleaning and emptying on the house which was made more fun by some of the furniture being Robert’s, which we had to drive over to him after everything was done.
Oh, yeah, Robert moved into a place of his own just as the house went up. This was fine, good really, but it’s a huge change and I’m still getting used to the new rhythms of life.
I want to get this over with — the changes — as soon as possible, so I can sit back down and work again. But the changes have, in general, been very positive. I’m just ready for a slow, lazy year. And of course 16 is an election year, which means… Yeah. Probably not.
However, as of right now, I’m going to write. And later I hope there will be drinks and G-d knows there MIGHT be cake.
I’ll write at you again tomorrow!