The last week has been a mind-numbing blur. I feel like I’m just tackling the thing in front of my nose, hoping to do it well, then hitting the next thing. ConCarolinas was a blast, and came right on the heels of my trip to NYC to meet with several publishers. The day after the Con, we stuffed our U-Haul and drove 12 hours to Jupiter, FL. Just an hour from our new house, I suffered a blow-out. It sounded like a cannon going off inside the container. After a two-hour delay, I finally joined my wife and dog at our new home.
It didn’t feel much like a home last night. All we had was a mattress inside, as the movers we lined up here bailed on us. A neighbor came through with his own movers this morning, and we were able to empty the truck and get it returned. We rewarded ourselves with a quick jaunt to the beach, then ran a crapload of errands before coming home and tackling box after box.
It feels a little more like our home, now. Still a ton to do. Hopefully, by the start of next week, I’ll be back in the swing of things. I’m already planning on getting out over a dozen signed books tomorrow, which will relieve some stress. Now to get some writing done, so I can feel somewhat normal…
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