My Office

When you don't have a job and sleep a lot and spend more time in waiting rooms than in bed, you don't exactly have an office. I blog generally from my dining room table and sometimes while sitting on the floor using my coffee table. I just can't find anywhere else that's physically comfortable when I write. I still get my best ideas in the shower, but then who doesn't.

I went to my first NaNoWriMo write-in yesterday. Turns out I was actually the only one in the room for the event while others just took advantage of the study room. My little town is great, because each library is hosting at least one write-in a month. I barely had 1600 words when I sat down, but was closer to 6000 when I left.

And this morning in the shower I heard a voice clear as day say, "This isn't the book you're supposed to write now." Talk about a gut intuition. And shit, that means I'm going with my second-choice novel, which will be hopefully good, but not what I really want to say at this time. The book I was working on was a very sarcastic look at trying to live life at your fullest while living with a chronic illness, but I'm not there yet emotionally to put that much of myself out there. I finished a prologue and three chapters. Blah.

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that a great man died this week. The first friend I made when I moved to California was Jennifer, and even though we don't talk every day, she is my sister in almost every way. Her dad was just as awesome and embraced me and my husband immediately. We shared some beautiful moments together, such as the birth of his youngest grandchild Sammy, birthday parties, and True Blood. While nothing can bring him back or make the pain of his friends and family any easier, I just wanted to say that he was an amazing man with an amazing spirit and an even more amazing story. Please send your blessings, prayers, good vibes, whatever you believe in to Jen's family. Love you guys.


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