Writing a Novel is Like Moving a House

You wouldn’t think there’s a clear correlation between writing a novel and moving house, but when you’re a writer, you tend to draw similarities between everything in life and writing.

Forgive me...

...for it's been a really long time since my last post. It's not that I don't love you...it's just that I really haven't had anywhere to put my laptop down since the move! It's a lame excuse, but honestly, all of my energy has been going into unpacking, organizing, and such. It's been a really long couple of weeks. But, I promise I've got some good material to share. Just need to make some time tonight.

Deus ex Machina

Sometimes, when we ask for a higher power to step into our life, like a life preserver tossed from stage left, we're left to tread water. Sometimes, no matter how much we ask, that little orange flotation device never appears and we're left to drown. And then sometimes, just when we've given in and stopped asking, like a god out of the machine, a submarine surfaces beneath us, just as we were going under for the last time.

Thoughts From the Wrong Side

My apologies for the distance between posts. I've been struggling to find blog time lately. Between packing for the move (T-minus 10 days...and counting [in German accent]), writing my novel, sneaking a page or two from several books I'm reading, working, playing with my son, and more packing, it's been a struggle just to breathe. Anyway, I've got a couple of thoughts to share.

Moving

I had every intention of crafting some well thought out piece for my blog tonight, but instead, you'll have to settle for a low-key diatribe about what's been on my mind the most lately: moving.