This last year plus has to officially qualify as the weirdest period of my life ever, full of unexpected positives and negatives. It started off with my husband being hospitalized, which meant we had to cancel our long-planned trip to Italy. Then we were pushed into buying a house when we had no intention of doing so. A big positive event was our older daughter’s marriage, but unfortunately I injured my leg at the wedding. Ended up having a less than successful surgery and a miserable rehabilitation, and there went our Italy trip again. In the midst of all this, I discovered my horse Glory is going blind.
Personally, I would have thought that was plenty for one year but apparently fate decided otherwise. Out of the blue, Hubs was offered a job that was too fun to resist. Unfortunately, this meant we had to sell the house we just bought and move to a new area.
So I’ve spent the last three months prepping our house to sell (getting rid of and/or storing a lot of stuff), finding a temporary apartment to live in while we got to know our new place, driving back and forth to the old house (two hours each way) to pack and clear out more stuff, and after the house sold, arranging for everything else to go into storage until we found where we wanted to settle. We originally planned to rent for a year before making a decision, but ended up falling in love. So now we’re in escrow, waiting to move into our new home in October.
All this has proven too much for my muse. A few months ago she threw up her hands, packed her bags and departed for parts unknown. I haven’t written anything other than this blog since the beginning of the year! Even though I have five weeks with nothing to do I have no desire to sit down and write. I should finish my current WIP and start on another I’ve promised but the well is dry. After having my writing dominate my life for the last few years, it’s weird to have no impulse to put pen to paper (or more accurately, fingers to keyboard).
Crying: photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/91844726@N00/144561219″>Oh cielo, lasciatemi morire!</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/”>(license)</a>
Typing photo: photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/66697111@N00/3547250716″></a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a> <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/”>(license)</a>
Healing is her life. Will it be her death?
Two dead bodies. One dirty cop.
Is she next?
Images – A Love Story
She’s learned to hide from life.
Should she hide from him?