A Spec in Time Series

How is it November already? This blog is late yet again, for my Patreon peeps (they usually get this a week early). Yes, I know, I said this last month but real life happens. Right now, boxes are being packed, furniture is slowly disappearing, and everything feels disheveled. Luckily, I am finding places in western North Carolina that need things. That makes me feel good.

This move is still shocking to me. It was not even a distant thought in my life plans. “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry” – Robert Burns.

I should know that by now, my life has always been a mess of twists and turns. Life, work, the writing will continue in a new area. My chair is moving with me. Sometimes you just need your comfy chair to write in.

The fact that I have been able to write at all in this period of time is crazy, yet I have. Tweaking is more like it. I have worked and reworked one large section of the story. I knew that it would be difficult and require a lot of delicate crafting. It still has a long way to go, maybe it will be complete by the end of Lazlo’s and my relocation. He is very confessed with the boxes spread around the house and keeps checking the top of the fridge to make sure his treats are still there. He is also learning how to go up and down stairs. A new foe to concur, that has been very funny to watch.

I have finally started to tell my friends. Being a huge decision for me, I didn’t want to make a wave until I knew it was the correct choice. In less than five months my world has been turned on its ears. My goals right now: be out of my house ‘the riverfront cottage’ and into ‘the castle’ by the 1st of the year. It’s a short amount of time, but it’s the right things to do.

There feels like very little time. My body feels racked from all of the stress and packing. There are junk removal people, donation place people and just plan movers that need to be called. It seems overwhelming. That is what makes it a necessity to just sit for a bit and let my mind create and my fingers dance over the keyboard. On some days, it is the only sit down break I get.

I know I can do it, but I’m thankful for the people in my life, holding my hands, making me laugh, letting me cry, and handing bubble wrap to make sure my pens and ink travel safely. Priorities, who cares about a couple of glasses, I worry about my Organics Studio Nitro ink.

Send love, bubble wrap and packing tape. At least boxes at the ABC store are free. Now to work, then correct this blog and post it. More box filling tonight.

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