‘Tis the season… to meet the movers at the storage unit—watch them put all our worldly possessions into the trucks—hold our collective breath whilst the grandfather clock makes the journey—watch the movers empty the trucks into the new house—direct them where to put all the stuff—again hold our breath whilst the clock is situated—face the piles of boxes and wonder where to put all the stuff—fa la la!
Phew, just writing that made me tired and close to tears of exhaustion.
Believe it or not, we’re hosting Christmas dinner. You may be all agog wondering why we’d do something so insane. Well, I’ll tell you. Both of us want to hibernate. After the past six months of not having a permanent book on which to hand our hats we don’t want to budge. Not even an inch. For a few months at least. So we’ll hole up in our new nest and let people come to us. The kitties will be happy to not have their humans disappear for at least one day a week, too.
We’ll celebrate Festivus for the Rest of Us tomorrow by searching for the dishes, unearthing the flatware, and unpacking the pots and pans.
What are you up to this weekend? A mad scramble? Or a relaxing few days with a hot beverage and a good book? My, doesn’t that sound delightful?
Happy Saint Nicholas Day! Jolly old St. Nick was a bishop in the early Catholic church – around 350 A.D. – in Greece. Legend has it that he was in the habit of throwing small bags of coins in through the windows of those in need. One of those bags happened to land in a child’s stocking. Word spread and others hung their stockings too in hopes that St. Nicholas “soon would be there”.
Nowadays, the Christmas stockings in our house are filled with chocolate bars, chocolate oranges, gift cards, and ear buds. Our cats get cat treats and catnip mice in their stockings.
As promised, here is a photo of our new house as seen from across the inlet. I guess we need to cut down a few dead trees.
For those who missed Monday’s blog post, my next book, Love and Turmoil, is available now for pre-order. (See how I made all those words into hotlinks to make is so incredibly easy for you to pre-order my next book? Aren’t I sneaky? All the marketing whizzes say to make buying easy, one-click, with lots of opportunities. Keep scrolling for a couple more. <grin>)
Six months after burying her wastrel husband, Lady Arabella Woodbridge has resigned herself to a lonely life in the countryside with only her two adopted nieces for company. Being a young, respectable widow is – frustrating. Then the charming and wickedly handsome Samuel Payn takes up residence in the neighboring manor house.
Retired explorer and occasional pirate Samuel Payn is on a two-fold mission – retrieve buried loot, and locate the father who abandoned his mother to a life of poverty. But a gang of murderous villains is also after the buried treasure. And someone is threatening to tear apart the lovely widow’s family.
Will Sam’s single-minded determination to uncover his true identity threaten Arabella’s happiness - and his life?
Love and Turmoil from Amazon
Love and Turmoil from Barnes & Noble
If you celebrate Christmas, what are the usual stocking stuffers in your house?
Yup, empty brain. And I didn’t do much of anything over the weekend.
Except write 8600 words!
The pressure is on, people, with the end of the month four days away. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) <link> in which one writes fifty-thousand words in November. That’s enough words to make a short novel if one ended there. But most people I know who do NaNo use it as a starting point, getting the first half or two-thirds of a story on the page. They’ll then finish the story on their own time.
Let me tell you, getting the beginning of the story sorted and on paper (or screen) and doing so quickly (only one month – most books take several months if not years), is huge. Even if one ends up chucking half the words, the basic story is written.
Some have complained about NaNo being held in November, alongside US Thanksgiving, Black Friday madness, and the start of holiday preparations. It certainly tests one's dedication to one's craft. If you do the math, 50,000 divided by 30 equals 1667 words per day. If I’m in the zone and know where I’m heading, I can whip that off in a couple hours. If one misses a day of writing, one's daily goal increases to make up for the shortfall. Miss a few days and, well, you get the idea.
I missed a few days last week when we were taking care of house stuff and other business. Hence the weekend of mad typing. I haven’t caught up but I’m close enough to make it, by midnight on the 30th. Eep, I’d better get to it.
Do you work well under pressure? Or does your task seem so daunting and impossible that you seek refuge in the land of Pinterest and YouTube?
Now that we have that ear-worm firmly lodged in our skulls…
We’re heading off the island today to check on the house construction progress, leaving Mum to mind the cats and catch up on her DVD viewing.
Then we’ll tackle a little (ha!) demolition project. You see, due to an error (pointing no fingers) the incorrect roof trusses for the garage were delivered and installed. Strangely, the truss company didn’t want them back. I couldn’t stand by and let all that new lumber get cut up and thrown away so I said we’d take it. They lifted the entire roof off in one piece and set it on the ground off to one side.
It looks like a small house!!
And it needs to be disassembled. So with the help of some friends, a chain saw, and a few pry bars, we’ll be salvaging enough wood to build a garden shed and a chicken coop. At least. Like I said, it’s a small house!
Do you have any ideas for what we can build with the leftover wood?
Here’s a sunrise from last week.