This has been a rough year, one of death, loss, and my world falling apart. It has forever changed. I will be moving on Wednesday, to a house I recently purchased. I am very thankful for it. I’m also terrified of the move, and the increasing cost of setting up the house. On Monday, I will be rounding up nine cats. No, they are not all mine. I guess they are, now, since I inherited my mother’s four cats. I can’t get rid of them, no matter how many people tell me I must.
I was able to get a really cool house, next to property owned by some very interesting people. The neighborhood could get very interesting. I love where I’m moving. It is going to be entirely new, and I could be busy.
On Tuesday, I was finally able to meet with my publisher. He wants my first murder mystery as quickly as I can get it proofed and prepped for him to start the process. Proofing is a total bitch. I hate it. I am ultimately responsible for each mistake. My first novel, unfortunately, went to print with the manuscript which had not been corrected for mistakes. I think you get the picture.
More packing tomorrow.
I’m trying to keep myself busy so I don’t feel sorry for myself and for the year of loss. It isn’t easy, trust me. With luck, this year I will have a real Christmas. I’m already inviting people for Christmas dinner.