Trying to Be Thankful

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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.

 

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