So, this is a brief explanation of what is going on, the plans for the near future and why ALL THE THINGS ARE LATE.
Yes, I know I’m overdue on delivering Darkship Revenge, and getting Royal Blood finished and up. I had also hoped to get the first chapter of Guardian done and approved by Liberty Con.
I’m starting to believe this won’t happen. Any of it, though if I can get one to happen, it will be DSR delivery, because it was supposed to be done in February for sure. Then we got the “impromptu, totally uneccessary move, due to landlord (two houses ago) being an asshat” (How do you know he’s an asshat? Well, a) the house is not for sale yet. Reason he needed us out RIGHT THEN was that they were going to put the house for sale. RIGHT THEN. Pah. b) they kept ALL our deposit, claiming the cats had peed all over, and he’d have to replace the carpets. He also claimed that the carpets were brand new when we moved in. When we moved in the house smelled pissy, and one of the kids’ friends, who knew the landlord’s family pointed out they had very large, not even nominally house-broken dogs. Which would explain the huge yellow stains, which we actualy removed during our stay. Never mind. He owns a renovation company, so I’m sure he had a “receipt” for the carpets. Not worth a legal case, but definite ass hat. IF Kal Spriggs and his wife hadn’t taken a hit by agreeing to not sell and renting their house in the Springs to us for three months, we’d have been in a hotel for that time. As is, between two moves in three months, house cleaning, carpet cleaning, etc, I think all this cost us around 10k. Hotel might have been a wash. ONLY hotel we couldn’t have the cats, and also we didn’t know IF the sale would come through, so at least at the house the Spriggs rented us, we might have stayed, if worst came to worst house-buying wise.)
Anyway… The problem is that “Two moves in three months” or actually “four moves in a year and a half. My kitchen, bedroom and office are usable, if you’ve spent two years walking around packed boxes, and being used to “Oh, I still haven’t found that!)
The further problem is that we’re preparing for an absence of TWENTY DAYS. Yeah, part of that is that five days of that is Liberty con, from which we’ll be flying (early Monday morning) straight to Portugal. We’ll then be in Portugal about 2 weeks.
You know, the last time we stayed in Portugal more than ten days was before Robert was born.
The problem with this is that we have to have one of the kids’ friends housesit, which means making the house livable for a stranger. I need to set up the guest bathroom, finish unpacking the kitchen, find the bed clothes for the bed, and leave the house “livable”.
You won’t believe me, probably, but this is more complex than it sounds.
Most of all, though, the problem is the distraction. I can’t “BE” in the novel, when the back of my mind is going “I wonder if my sister in law would like one of those…” or “Make sure I don’t forget skin meds.” Or… “MY heavens, I do need a hair appointment before we GO.”
In a way this is the worst possible time for this sort of trip. Liberty con is survivable, twenty days absence, when we’re about (over the whole house) 25% unpacked, and need to clear the area where older son will be living, so he can be unpacked and settled before the end of the year? It’s insane. Add in this was a short sale and we need to schedule about ten repair jobs, a couple of them urgent. (Like the gutter issue, which is where water in basement is coming from. Rarely, but when we have a major storm.)
We wouldn’t do this now, we wouldn’t. In many ways we shouldn’t. I have two major collaborations coming up (Larry and Kevin J. Anderson) and one contracted book to deliver, plus three not contracted but bespoken books. (The dragon thing.) And all these moves have cost me enough time.
Also, I’m DEEPLY stressed to the point I’ve unearthed the good teapot and am having afternoon tea every afternoon, because it reminds me of grandma, and makes me feel saner.
A trip to Portugal is always stressful, let alone a trip to Portugal RIGHT NOW.
BUT this is the last year in seven older son can go with us. If younger son’s job comes through (he’s sure, but it’s a startup, and you know what that’s like) in September, this is his last summer for 5 years or so. My parents are in their mid eighties and my dad is the only survivor of his siblings. (And he wasn’t the youngest.)
We’d have gone earlier, but house issues, and moving out of the Spriggs home so they could put it for sale, (not being the asshole-landlord we dealt with previously, they REALLY are putting it up for sale) has made that impossible until those two weeks between Liberty con and some must do family stuff here on the 27th of July.
All of which adds up to: Yeah, we’re going. It’s going to make everything even later, and “full upacking” (except for some pesky boxes in storage) has receded to September with luck.
I hope you guys understand and forgive both late posts, and for the subscribers what will amount to years-late physical stuff. We didn’t plan on the last two years.
On the good side, my health is much better, despite all this and the latest autoimmune attack is finally receding. On the bad side, being an idiot, I wondered why I always gained weight through auto-immune attacks, until younger son said “DUH, mom, steroids” which is what they give me, when half my body is raw flesh. I hope after this I won’t have any major attacks, or I’ll look like a DDR women’s swim team member.
Oh, the “forever house” (Knowing us, I doubt it will be more than 15 years, actually, but I COULD be wrong) backs onto 300 acres of undeveloped land, and I have so far seen eagles, coyotes and wild turkeys.
Something with bright blue plumage is nesting under our (second story) porch. Thank heavens we won’t be rebuilding that till September at the earliest.
Anyway, there will be posts here, and I’ll try to be more regular with instapundit posting too, but the occasional late/weird hours thing might happen, because I’l be in Europe.
Also, I think it’s only fair to point out that when the Hoyts travel outside the country, international incidents happen/wars break out. I’m sorry. I don’t know why. It is reliably true, though.
And I promise I’ll report on it at instapundit, and babble about it here.
Now I need to go install a shower curtain and call my hairdresser to see if I can get my hair done before Wednesday.