Good morning from a freezing cold bedroom. I had both the heater and the electric blanket going, and when I was warmed up, went to make coffee, and returned to the bedroom with my hot mug where I immediately felt overheated.
I have been writing like a maniac. This is good, right?
I resurrected an erotic romance story (novel? novella?) I started about a year and a half ago with many chapters, and supplemented/edited it in the past few days. I think out of the 50k+ words, probably half are ready for an editor to go through with a fine-tooth comb. But I’ll get the rest completed first before sending it out to have it proofread. I plan on publishing on kindle.
I went to my mom’s this week and stayed a couple of nights (she’s been part of our bubble since the beginning of covid). Today, she took me to a suburban town to a store which imports some goods from Germany. They also have a deli and a bakery where they make prepared food inhouse. For instance, cabbage rolls. (I bought some). 😛
I was excited to go out. I’ve been sitting in either my mom’s house, or my own, typing, purging, cooking or doing other domestic things.
So a trip to a new/different store was exciting! 🙄 For the occasion I even put on actual clothes. Yippie! 😄
This has been my mantra for so long, I don’t even remember when I first came up with the idea.
One thing is true though: my attempts to keep my life simple (or simpler) are complicated by the fact that I live with a growing family in a small, urban bungalow. Some of these family members are packrats and/or shoppers and/or attached to things for reasons that elude me and this has been a main source of my deteriorating mental health (and sanity) since the day we stepped into this house. Which, ironically, was before the kids arrived, but after the death of a parent and an unhealthy attachment to things like furniture which was neither practical nor fit into this, my (our) small house.