We interrupt this blogging hiatus to bring you:
So, a lot has happened since my last post. For one, I’ve moved. Again. The irony is that I’ve moved back to where I moved FROM three months ago. That guy I’m sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online transferred, and because the house we were living in didn’t sell, well, here we are.
I miss the house we were in, because it was newer and bigger, with things like built-in bookshelves and a kitchen island, but I’m glad to be “home.” I have a big yard here, and privacy . . . and a river that’s a 20-minute drive from my house, which is crucial to my creative being.
It sounds strange, but I’m all “water.” It’s like I NEED water to function properly. I know, duh, you’re supposed to drink it, but I need to be NEAR it. I need to physically see rivers and lakes and oceans, or I just don’t feel right.
In fact, I think that’s why I was having so much trouble when we moved. I couldn’t take those nice drives to the river, because there wasn’t one (not a good one, anyway). I’m convinced that, if things work out the way I’d LIKE them to, one day I’ll have a house on the Ocean (hopefully not IN the Ocean), or a river or lake. There’s just something about waking up to sunshine and water . . . I don’t know—I could be very productive there. Water is my Life Force.
So, I’m back, and I have a feeling once this new course I’m developing is taken care of, I’ll be my old, YA-novel-writing self. I’m glad, because I’ve felt completely discombobulated the last few months.
In the meantime, I’m unpacked and settled. There were some rough, 100-degree weather days, and now there’s a huge wildfire burning two counties over, so the last few days have been filled with smoke. Needless to say we’re staying inside.
Soon, though, when the smoke clears out and I’m back to “summer,” I’ll take that first drive back to the river, then all will be well in Leighland. I can’t wait! :)