Life is like a box of chocolates...
We all know the line, and so true it is. Been an eventful (perhaps BEYOND eventful) 8+ months since last I posted; where I uprooted my family to move north, turned into a resume-spewing machine, played the interview game, sold our home, bought another and moved right back where we started from.
(That would be enough for most people, but we actually did all that in about 3 months. The last 5 have been something of the hangover that came after.)
In the midst of the insanity attempt to do everything at once (because it just seemed more convenient at the time of conception) writing took a big back seat, but I'm back, 6000+ words on Kip the Quick 2 and plowing forward. I've been brewing up ideas and plotlines for months, the notes have been shoved here, jotted there (all congealing into a general, terrible mess), and I found myself stuck in a mire; trying to struggle out of the general sense of impossibility that it had all become. But I'm out, using what I've learned in the past, taking my own advice (finally!) and just writing.
It's good to be back, it's good to have our housing situation figured out; great to be setting down roots in a place we already knew we loved, reconnecting with friends and in general: just pretty awesome.