Returning from the Bunker
It was getting dusty in here. Sorry about that.
Basically, I've spent the last two months bunkered in my office, writing The Horns of Ruin. There were a lot of false starts with this book, as there were with Heart of Veridon. Difference was, by the time I got my head wrapped around the issues involved I was done to a handful of months, rather than most of a year. That's my fault, caused partly by my new job, but mostly a lack of focus.
All that aside, I finished the first draft of the book on Saturday. I've just learned that the publisher wants it in quite solid form (which it is not currently) in a week, so I'm grinding the reread for the rest of the week. Oh, and I was so looking forward to some downtime. Maybe next week?
Oh, and we've decided to build a house. There is a lot, which is mostly mud. There are blueprints. Some process of money and wisdom will move us from this state to something we can live in, hopefully sometime in the Fall. Last night I went through my office and culled five boxes of books for Goodwill. That was the light touch. The serious purge will happen later, when we move things into storage for the interim.
Don't have hobbies. That's all I can say. They take up space and money, and just weigh you down. Either that, or never move. Or move every year. It's the only way.