A job offer fell on my lap and I took it. That's what happened. Living in an area with a high cost of living (and not get a raise in years), I took a job with another travel group. I should have done it sooner. Anyway..
It took me north, past Sacramento, into a town called Marysville. Now there's a town waiting to be written so I took a lot of notes, jotted down story arcs and characters, wrote plots, while I was there. It was one of my toughest nursing assignments. I was later told that if I can survive their hospital, I can survive anywhere. Survive I did...with war stories to boot.
So, the job vied for time with NaNo. Nano lost, and had to be shelved for the next one. In the meantime, I worked, slept when I could, sold my house in San Diego, worked, got sick, worked. I came home ten days ago with the worst cold I ever had, which I still have full-blown.
The house got sold. Tomorrow the packers will pack and Tuesday they will load. We'll be gone by next Sunday, on the way to Idaho. I'm horrified at the thought of packing thirty years' worth of living in the same house. Oh my. I was sick since I came back and couldn't sort through. Ugh. The laundry...
I give up. They are professionals and have to deal with bigger and more complicated moves.
Writing-wise, while I was too weak to get out of bed to fix my own cup of tea (son David would fix me pots of it), I looked through my laptop to see where I am on my novels. I read through my Kingslyn---ugh, I wrote badly, need to edit badly, and worse, I need to do research badly. So on to reading history books and watching documentaries, and watching the Cadfael series for inspiration. No go. I must get this move over with before I can pick up the novels. I must stop coughing and sneezing and getting chilled!!
