Another day, another blog. Yes, here we are at my ‘new’ blog. Well, it’s the same as it always was, really, except that now a) there are no fruit, b) there are no vegetables, c) it’s no longer at blogspot, and d) well, it’s just all different-looking. I have long believed that blogs should be text first and not fancy-ass pictures and crap like that, but this blog is NOT text first. Look at this sucker. It’s full of all kinds of crap.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
Last night when I tried to do this I couldn’t for the life of me get it to publish properly, but of course when I tried it this morning I tweaked one little thing in the ftp information and BANG there it was. Whadaya know.
So I’m packing today. Can’t you tell?
Yes, this new blog signals a few new things in my life. I’m moving back to Guelph, which thrills me to no end. If you had asked me 6 months ago if I would ever be happy to move back to Guelph I would have laughed my ass off at you. but now I can’t think of anything I’d like more. Why?
Max might have something to do with it. Max is four months old and he is a purebred Coleman-Mazar. He has green eyes (at the moment) and very little hair, which, when I am home, I often have the honour of shampooing. I was his first babysitter last week and was honoured to be so. I am going to move in down the block and around the corner from him next week so I can be close to my favouritest little nephew and read him stories when he’s a little older.
Yes, I love being an auntie.
I would also like to be around more to hang out with my sister. I have always been fairly close to my sister, but some years we are more or less so. We had been less so for a while, going our own routes, but these days we’re as close as two peas in a pod and I love it. My sister is my best friend in the world and I want to be around more so I can help her own and talk to her and watch survivor with her and all that good stuff.
And yes, my folks are in Guelph too. Hi mom! Hi dad! Look at me! Blogging with no hands! (hmmm…perhaps not.)
And there is a job of sorts for me there too. Yeah, long story. But a big thank you to Ben.
The world’s biggest apartment awaits me in Guelph…but there is still a move to accomplish. (Looks around apartment.) Guess I should, say pack, or something. Dad arrives at 10:30am tomorrow. Hmmm. Well, the dresser and the closet are empty. (Mostly.) The bookshelves are empty. I have done something. It’s just not really much.
Oh, the other big news I haven’t blogged about here yet: I am in the process of writing a novel. It’s a crappy ass genre thing, fantasy fiction, but it’s going very well and my audience is relatively pleased. Draft one will probably be finished before Christmas (if I have my way, well before Christmas), and if you’re really truly interested in it let me know and I’ll show it to you. Honestly I don’t even read fantasy fiction myself, but apparently there’s a market for it and I can’t say I don’t like writing it. I’m having a blast. Especially right now.
For a while there I was puttering along kind of hopelessly with this novel…well, no, not hopelessly, but it was a bit more of a struggle. I mean, I’m creating a whole universe here, it’s hard to do in a pinch. Everything has to work, it all has to jive and make sense. There need to be consistent rules and all that. So I spent the first six chapters really just slipping on the edge of a knife there trying to make sure all my details made sense and everthing was well illustrated. And deciding on those details too was no small feat. And then suddenly I finished chapter six and I felt very…free. Suddenly I could see through to the end of this thing, I could see roughly what I wanted to happen and how it could happen. Things started falling into place. Characters were springing up. Joy had arrived.
This probably is in no small part related to the fact that I just (finally) introduced my favourite character in chapter six, and can now write him with (semi) wild abandon. Yay!
So that’s the general update. I am planning on *ahem* keeping track of this blog again. But it might be boring. I could be just me going on and on and on about my writing and my characters and bull like that.
But you’re welcome to read it if you like.