So… I missed posting last week. I really missed all posts last week. The First Friday Photo post I made to my name blog? I had that scheduled a week before. I knew I’d be busy last week doing house shopping and planning our move; I simply had no concept of how much that process was going to take away my brain and ability to write and create.
I will say this much… I feel like I have a blank slate mentally in some ways. Things that I was obsessing over in my stories now just don’t seem to matter at all. Maybe house shopping in New Jersey is the commercial equivalent of setting one’s manuscript in the drawer for three months? 😉
The good news about last week’s adventure? We have a signed contract for a house. It wasn’t the house we really wanted, and it wasn’t one of our top 18… Through freezing rain and below freezing temperatures, our realtor took us out to house after house, some that were much closer to what we wanted (only to find out the next day that someone had already bid on the place or that it had gone into foreclosure and we would need to wait months more than we had before the bank cleared it for sale…). We even found a house filled with brand new carpets that squished and soaked our shoes when we entered it… in the dark because there was no power on.
It was definitely an adventure, but for almost a week and a half, I’ve gotten almost nothing done on my goals. I kept abreast of the ROW80 blog (mostly), and I got a bit of my library reading done during the drive back from Jersey. Diet was a disaster… as was exercise (getting in and out of the car and walking around properties doesn’t burn that many calories). And my head was so full of house details, schools data, town ordinances and phone numbers that my poor characters couldn’t even snag my attention at night during dreams (when I did sleep).
I’ve started back into writing and chatting with my characters. Mostly it’s been through reacquainting myself with the stuff they’ve already told me and asking for clarification on things. Thank goodness they don’t seem to feel snubbed and have happily started sharing things already. Then again, they’re a pretty awesome group who know what it means when “stuff just needs to be dealt with.” ❤
That’s about all I have for my ROW80 check-in. I do have a WIPpet for you, if you’re game to stay for a few more paragraphs.
Since all I’ve been able to get my head into is checking for typos and grammatical errors (creativity has been out the door), I give you seven small paragraphs from the story I’ve been doing that to, my crossover fanfiction The Dots. I’m sorry there’s no lead in to this scene. It’s just where I stopped off trying to edit things last night.
The intended day of their departure, Alanii awoke to silence. Next to him, Atyriia lay curled next to the rumpled, stuffed bear she’d been bringing to bed of late. He smiled for a moment, looking over her, with the blankets gathered about her shoulders, stolen from his side of the bed somewhere in the night.
He didn’t bother to gripe, knowing it would do little good. Besides, he was too curious as to what had caused her to join him. He brushed her cheek with a kiss. “Nassil?”
Her cheek felt like ice.
Alarmed by both the chill and her continued silence, Alanii mentally reached out his mind to hers.
Faint, momentary glimpses of her sleeping thoughts drifted past him. Drugged glimpses, a miasma of images, both comforting and horrific at once. He pulled away before he too was drawn into the drug’s pull.
She is alive. He allowed himself a moment to think of what he should do. A moment of delay…it could mean both of their lives.
Poison… He unwrapped her from the blankets to see if he could see the method of entry.
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