Forget me not

Those of you who’ve been kind enough to follow my blog may sometimes wonder why you bother, since I’ve done a miserable job of keeping it updated. It’s a fair question, and I owe you an answer.

I’ve been busy. No, really busy. I spent pretty much the whole of January and February bent over my keyboard finishing A Proper Cuppa Tea. It was a fun book to write, so I can’t complain about the endless hours spent staring at the screen hoping something would happen. My editor turned it around fairly quickly with only minor issues, and I just proofed the final typeset version. Coming in July from Bella Books.

During that hectic time, we also decided to put our house on the market. Dead of winter, mind you, bitter cold and snowing. We didn’t expect much action. The NC High Country is a seasonal market to which flatlanders and Floridians flee to escape the summer heat and humidity, and we wanted to get the jump on spring sales. So in the midst of finishing my book, we found ourselves juggling an unexpected flurry of real estate showings. You know the drill — pick up your socks, wipe the counters, hide both the litter box and the cat. Actually, Rozzie hid herself, though we thought it a good idea to explain to potential buyers why there was a lump in the middle of the bed.

We never dreamed we’d find buyers so quickly. Having survived inspection and repairs, we got through closing and I left NC with Rozzie, who rode across Tennessee in her crate, which was strapped into the passenger seat of my SUV. Who’s a good girl, huh? Jenny followed a couple of days later, and we’re now staying at the house she grew up in, though it’s not our final destination.

Last week we bought a new house in Nashville. It’s pretty much the same process as selling but in reverse. Except once we get through inspection and repairs, we have about 43 things to do before we can move in. Electrical and plumbing and gas and windows and lighting and carpentry and cabinets and painting and flooring. Lots of stuff.

That’s all to explain why I’ve not been keeping my blog up to date. But I’ve managed to stay on track with my other work — in fact, I’ve started another book. It wasn’t that long ago that I lamented the sickening effects of the 2016 election and how it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up, and the last thing before I fell asleep. I’ve finally escaped that depressive state to the point that I’m thinking a lot about stories again. Or maybe I’ve come to realize how necessary our stories are — especially now.

Thanks for hanging with me. I promise to do better.

6 Responses to “Forget me not”

  1. Brave Rozzie – what a relaxed little traveller! Hope you can move into your new city home soon.

  2. Ok, I’ll give you a break!! Hope you enjoy Nashville!!

  3. Sylvie Saint-Laurent Reply April 5, 2018 at 3:25 pm

    Love the cover of your next book. Can’t wait to read it.

    Hope you like your new home.

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