Getting ready to move 500 miles south to the land of oranges and hurricanes. I'll be leaving Saturday, which means I'm doing a lot of packing, sorting, and worrying about how the hell I'm going to fit the contents of my life into a 5x8 trailer. Even though I sold, donated, or threw out half of my belongings last summer, it still seems like I've got a lot of stuff. Of course, the majority of the things that went were old books, toys and nicknacks. I forgot all about furniture. (Headdesk... and headbookcase, headcoffeetable, etc.) I can't imagine trying to pull off this same move a year ago. I would have had to rent a tractor trailer.
In other news, I've somehow managed to find time to write, busy as my life's been these past couple of months. I'm simultaneously working on A Boys' Game and Die Cast, though more the former than the latter. I'm also trying to incorporate some original material into my writing time, too. I've got a pretty solid idea, I think; it's just difficult trying to get excited about my own characters instead of somebody else's.
Well, back to it. Will try to suppress the urge to just burn everything I own.