Aaahhhh! I’ve been at home for 10 days now, and it’s been great. The first few days were hectic with trying to get set up and organized. I’m loving the electricity, constant internet, good cell coverage, my own pillows, and all those little things that I miss so much on the road.
Trying to establish a routine takes a while. I went through nine weeks of living in other people’s houses or in the motorhome where Hubby took good care of me. I’m back to taking care of myself, and that includes cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. It’s an adjustment back to the drudgery of housework.
Before we left, we emptied the kitchen into the motorhome which worked great until I got home. I had to buy quite a few groceries to restock the cabinets and refrigerator. Cooking for one is very hard, but I like casseroles. I make one and eat on it for days. In a way, it works well because I don’t have to heat the oven but once. Having the same thing day after day—well, let me say that by the time the casserole is gone, I’m really tired of it.
I’ve hit the writing gig hard. I finished putting all the changes in my latest book that I want to release before Halloween. Once I get the end matter done, it’ll be ready for printing a sample. I have quite a bit done on the sequel, and I’m anxious to get back to it. I’d love to have it out by Christmas, but I’m not sure if I can do that or not. Stay tuned!
I’m sewing a lot this week because I’ll be at a local arts festival in Nampa next weekend. I love making purses, towels, and other useful items. If I can’t sell books, I hope I can sell some my other items. I’m hoping it’s not blazing hot or smoky. Looking at the forecast, I’m not sure I’m going to get that wish. I’ll have to take an umbrella for shade.
Most of all, I’m happy to be back in my woman cave, at my desk typing away. My little StoryTeller figurine is here inspiring me to keep writing. And so I am.
