This is a small message, a brief stop along the mile post that is my writing life and, of course, real life. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks helping prepare my daughter’s new house for occupancy while attending to my own obligations, including participating in Camp NaNoWriMo.
All the work culminated in a road trip to Salt Lake City to retrieve the belongings she has in storage there. I’m fortunate, for all I had to do was be supportive and drive now and again. No loading. No unloading. Just watching and looking after the granddog, Miya. Sweet little Miya, who’s blind and doesn’t act like anything is wrong.
I’ll touch more on Camp NaNoWriMo more a different week, but I’ll say here that the story I chose to tackle has stirred my writing blood more than any other in many years. It’s more than a decade since I last attempted a new fantasy novel and I believe now it’s a change that was past due. There’s even a new map in the works! Even on days when I’d be cleaning from morning until night and struggling to maintain my O2 saturation I’d come home and find a way to write. The only struggle was remaining upright, for the story was flowing swiftly and the real work was turning off the tap when it was time to step away late at night.
Here’s a glimpse of the trip: