Getting over change...

Yes, Internet. I am slowly getting over my little pity session. There could be a whole different set of reasons that I am in a slump. So I will gladly take this one, due to the fact that it isn't bad. So I will move on to other things. See, I have this novel I have been working on for two or so years. Okay, to be honest...it has sat on my computer for two or so years and I worked steadily on it for about five months. I also co-wrote it with a very good friend. We have about 11 chapters completed, which is more than I have ever written I believe. So getting that far is terrific, but I really have this goal in mind to finish it before the summer ends. Of course, my friend has also had three children in the past two or so years. Her input may be a little slow in coming. Needless to say, since I am a standstill in my life with moving not happening until the end of July and packing not happening this month because I still have to live in my house and not out of boxes...well I was thinking I should get back on that horse. So I believe that the next couple of days I am going familiarize myself with the characters and plot lines...and get writing again. It sure helps that my husband is too busy to bother me though... Well I wish everyone a happy Tuesday and I am, well, going to go read a book...tomorrow though-I will continue writing one!

Life altering changes

Life altering changes can mean a move, a job change, the loss of friendships to a myriad of other things. Internet, I am making some very life altering changes...once again due to my spouse. We are moving. With moving there are others changes...packing/realizing you were a bit of a hoarder...and changing jobs. Change is not something that I am quite fond of you see, but truly- who is? I wonder about my path in life and why it seems so important to keep notes of these changes. With this most recent one, I am more apt to crying and looking at the sunset with a dream hidden behind my eye. You see, I did not want this change. I know, most changes are out of your control and you do not want them either way. But still. I was home here. A true little home, with friends that were like family, a job I loved, and my roots are quite deep. Tearing them out and transplanting them will be difficult. I also am aware that I am not truly leaving those individuals that had such a profound effect on me here, but the distance makes the heart hurt...or is it grow fonder? Well who knows. I am quite aware that this post is a bit like a babble but you know me. I babble often. I will make an attempt to write more and live more as well. Until then, good night internet. May your dreams never involve life altering change.