Busy ain’t in it. And tired

 

We have spent the last few days moving into our new home from a very small apartment. What I find so very interesting is that we have somehow managed to pack this large home full with stuff from that very small apartment. There is no room to move. Of course, once I repair the back on the bookshelves and the book are up off the floor things may improve. At least until we empty the storage locker of everything we couldn’t fit into that very small apartment.

This move may well cost me whatever small grasp I still have on my sanity.

Coincidental with the move was the herculean task of getting my third novel, “Twisted Key”, off to the publisher. Below is the final cover art for the paperback version:

 

 

I moved over to the new place about ten days ago – we’d gotten some of my tools and furniture over; it seemed wise to move myself, as well. So I was to-ing and fro-ing between places, checking emails, making phone calls and hauling boxes. Then yesterday we got the help of a couple of young linebacker types to do the heavy lifting, rented a 17’ UHaul truck and moved 2 loads of furniture and boxes. The which are now scattered throughout the new home in no necessary order. No rhyme and no real reason anyone can understand. But it’s here. Of course, there is still more to move – we just ran out of steam about the same time we ran out of time on the truck.

Along with that, I had to build a new office desk. In the old place I was working on a drop-leaf table my dad built during the early 1960’s while we were living in the Panama Canal Zone. The joints are drying out, so the table has to be un-built, the joints cleaned and reglued. Or something very unwelcome will happen to that lovely table. So while the computer stuff was still at the old apartment I made a quick trip to Lowe’s (and a few to Ace Hardware and one or two to Wal-Mart – I’m an equal opportunity shopper) and picked up some 2 x 4 and 2 x 6 pine, glue, polyurethane, sandpaper, screws, brushes a 30” x 80” solid core entry door, etc and built myself a very nearly indestructible office desk. Big, roomy and solid.

At the same time I built myself a workbench. First a few 36 string lever harps and then an 18’ yawl rigged sail boat. I miss sailing, I really, really do. And building stuff is just plain fun.

“Lonesome Cove” is back in the works. Getting “Twisted Key” off to the publisher took a lot of my mind, and the few reader’s comments I’ve gotten from folks who read TK via Kindle and Nook have been very encouraging. More than enough to push me back into the writing zone. Thanks, folks, and keep those comments coming, please.