You Know It’s My Birthday
Okay, so you probably don’t, and that’s fine, but between my birthday and the search for the one-house, which is like the search for the one ring, but with more rooms, I’ve gotten sidetracked and forgotten to post. As in COMPLETELY.
I’m trying to resume the series on novel plotting and structure, and I swear I will, but not RIGHT NOW, because today is my birthday and I’m going to look at real estate which is what everyone wants to do for their– okay, I lie. SOMEBODY get me a drink.
Like most writers, I like having my cheese in the same place. This is particularly important when it comes to my writing space. I like having my morning routine, and then when I sit down I’m ready to write. This won’t happen until we actually get a new place and move. The rental is a labyrinth of boxes, which is not the best writing space.
So. So I deal with this, and I write as I can around other things, which is why everything is late. Being very goal-oriented this is a hard state to be in. BUT this too shall pass.
Of course, being a writer I’m also picky about WHERE I write, so it all gets weird.
Anyway, bear with me. There shall be free cheese and even more fiction (including the poor abandoned Elf Blood) by the by. I’ve only sold house last week. Next week I should be operational.
What a long strange year this has been.