changes
So much has changed since I saw Columbus last. October, it was. Mid October, and since then I've been here in Missouri simply gliding along. Annette Slocum book one has gone through several revisions, especially part three which was rather painful, like trying to get tangles out of hair. She's really coming together, believe it or not, and soon, God willing, I'll send out the query letters and hope for a bite.
Lacey and I found a duplex townhouse about five minutes from town, quiet neighborhood. Finally living on my own again, which is nice.
Sometimes I feel like I've made a mistake moving back to my hometown though, I miss my old job in Columbus with the usual booksellers and managers that I'd grown accustomed to. Things in Missouri just aren't as glossed over as they are in the south, which is why I guess it seems more real than it did before.
In Georgia there's a lot more sun, up here not so much. Usually its afternoons and evenings filled with clouds and rain, funny how after all those years of not wanting to be in the sun has resulted in a longing for it.
I miss my friends in Georgia but have made new ones. Names of old boyfriends receed into nothingness here, barely spoken of.
Still enjoying being single. How else could I possibly get this much work done on a novel?
I read in an astrology book that my birthday calls me a "live wire", my destiny being to inspire the world. Funny that before reading it, writing my novel was the exact purpose I'd hoped would be achieved.
... funny also, how I'd spent so many years on live journal, only to post in it every fourteen weeks with updates that mean nothing.
Lacey and I found a duplex townhouse about five minutes from town, quiet neighborhood. Finally living on my own again, which is nice.
Sometimes I feel like I've made a mistake moving back to my hometown though, I miss my old job in Columbus with the usual booksellers and managers that I'd grown accustomed to. Things in Missouri just aren't as glossed over as they are in the south, which is why I guess it seems more real than it did before.
In Georgia there's a lot more sun, up here not so much. Usually its afternoons and evenings filled with clouds and rain, funny how after all those years of not wanting to be in the sun has resulted in a longing for it.
I miss my friends in Georgia but have made new ones. Names of old boyfriends receed into nothingness here, barely spoken of.
Still enjoying being single. How else could I possibly get this much work done on a novel?
I read in an astrology book that my birthday calls me a "live wire", my destiny being to inspire the world. Funny that before reading it, writing my novel was the exact purpose I'd hoped would be achieved.
... funny also, how I'd spent so many years on live journal, only to post in it every fourteen weeks with updates that mean nothing.