Move-in is this week. HOLY CRAP. I’m going to get my life back! Yeeee! (as my nephew would say)
And everyone thought I was insane for trying to write a book while buying a house. They were right. I’m ready to finish the buying/moving stuff so I can write it, though. Fawk.
Why oh why is it I most want to write when I’m most under duress and unable to write?