After 3 days with no posts you’re probable wondering where I am.
I am in New Mexico. Tucumcari, to be exact. Fascinating as that must be for you, the story behind it is a lesson in how balance and moving forward go hand in hand.
We knew when we moved in a year ago that the house we rented was for sale. After 3 years on the market (in a seriously “buyer’s” market) we weren’t concerned, especially as seasoned nomads.
Last Wednesday we got the message that the house sold and the new owners wanted to move in April 1st. While the landlord is only required to give 28 days notice ours made a special effort and gave us 35.
The challenge was that we were leaving on this Arizona/California trip 5 days later, and won’t be back until after the final date. We’ve made firm commitments to give my presentation Taking the Pain and Mystery Out of Becoming an Author and couldn’t postpone the trip without damaging my self-respect.
We spent one day packing.
We spent one day moving my books and vinyl records to a friend’s music room. We had help.
We spent one day moving everything else into a storage unit. In minus 7 degrees and 15mph winds. We had help, trust me.
We took time over the weekend for our volunteer work and spiritual activities.
We took one short day to pack what was left for our trip. By Saturday we had moved into the house of the music-room friend mentioned earlier. They had accepted a short notice deal on a cruise just before we got notice on our house and would be gone so they offered their home as an alternative to sleeping on the floor at our house because I put everything in storage including the bed. Oops.
Everyone kept asking “Where will you live when you get back?” When I’d say “We’re dealing with getting out. We’ll deal with getting back when that’s done” one of them said “Why not rent my lake house? My tenants just gave notice.”
We’ll be coming back to a gorgeous house on the lake. More room. Views from every room. A kitchen I love. Fireplace. Wood floors. Few neighbors. Landlord who’s a good friend and cares about the house.
Sometimes all you have to do is keep your eyes open, pay attention. (Ask me about the real definition of luck.)
I’m not writing 4,000 words a day during all this. After 10 days of hitting that goal I stopped abruptly to get life sorted.
For one brief instant I felt badly about “breaking my habit.”
Then I got over it.
I will get back to a robust writing schedule as soon as we’re settled on Phoenix. I’ll get both my books and both my blogs back on track. And I’ll have a boatload of new ideas to ferment into writing fuel.
Oh, and while she was reading my research on story structure to me, Best Beloved realized why she’d never been able to finish the romance novel she started when she was 15. And now knows exactly what it will take to finish it.
By the time this is all over and done with, we’ll be in fine shape, far ahead in many respects, and better than one might expect in all others.
Habits are vital in your writing as well as in the rest of your life. They’re anchors when life is disrupted.
But when a sudden storm hits, cut the anchors loose and you’ll live to sail another day.