First week post-move and things are starting to calm down. We’ve still got a bunch of things at the old apartment, we have to go fix the walls, paint the post stamp-sized loo, and clean up.
During the past ten days, I’ve written twelve chapters for Zaven’s prequel amongst all the moving madness and stress (or maybe because of it). And it’s great, I learned a lot about the characters and discovered Willa! She’s a cool example of when a plot device turns into a legit side character.
I’m still trying to decide if it’s going to get more chapters for Sasha, but that’s requiring a real and focused sit-down to develop Binny.
And what am I doing right now? Developing Binny? No, I’m sitting here watching trashy TV and procrastinating by doing other work.
BUT I caught a great quote from the trashy TV: “any time you’re afraid, it’s an opportunity”. Like in life. Not to get pizza. Or why not get pizza? But anything that you want to do.
And I immediately took comfort from that because moving and carrying the rent for two apartments for three months… ugh. I’m not thinking about that. I’m thinking about the parlour palm I wanna get for my office. And the hand made oriental wool carpet I want in the hallway. And the furniture I’m going to paint rainbow.
The cats have also found the sunny spots and are making the most of them, which is nice. I think the best thing about having cats is like having living sculptures.
Sometimes they’re regal. Sometimes they’re cute and cuddly. They’re always seeking sunny, warm spots.
