You’ll notice the title of this post is writer news, not writing news. Lots happening, and I am a firm believer that change is good…good and scary!

My sweetie and I have decided to move in with my parents. My folks are aging, and my dad has legally been declared blind. They need more help than we can give them from here. My brother, sister, and brother in law are being super supportive, but it’s still a herculean task. My large, 2-bedroom apartment is crammed full of stuff that I have to pare down to two rooms worth and odds and ends. We’ve lived here for something like 14 years, and it shows. I’ve barely gotten a start on it, and it’s depressing how far I have to go. My job is very physically demanding, and it’s hard to deal with all the crap in the apartment and my job at the same time. I’ve just started and I’m worn out! I swear, if I had the money, I’d just quit the job now and work on sorting, trashing, and moving. The sooner we get moved the better, in my opinion.

Then there’s my mom’s house, also full of stuff. A lifetime of dreams and memories, and while she is thrilled that we are moving in, it’s very hard to figure out which dreams and memories to store and which to throw away in order to make room for her daughter, fiancé, 3 cats, two ferrets, and 2 goldfish.

And that’s just the stuff issues. I’ll be leaving my job, my health insurance, my independent lifestyle, and my ability to run around the house completely naked any time I want. Sure, my dad is blind, he wouldn’t care one way or the other, but it just doesn’t seem right to run around naked in your parents house.

I’ll gain a lot as well. Four people sharing living expenses is cheap, and I ought to be able to work part time and have more time for writing. I’ll be able to stop worrying about my folks, because I’ll be right there. I’ll have a yard to play with, and have the ability to plant a small vegetable garden for the first time in my adult life. I’ll also have a car payment to worry about, but I do not want to get rid of my pretty little red car. Three quarters of my stuff, no problem, but not the car!

My sweetie is super supportive, and bless all the powers that be that he’ll be standing by my side through all of this. He’s sweet, and patient, and funny, and altogether wonderful. Anxiety girl couldn’t get through this without him.

So that’s my life right now, scary and wonderful. I still have a month to wait on the exclusive read that’s out with Ghost in the Park, and I’m fretting about that as well. My short story, Winter, is about to be published by Krakenhaus, so that’s exciting! And Wyrd House is on temporary hiatus, because I don’t seem to have two brain cells to rub together right now. Never fear, gentle readers, I’ll keep working on it! Updates are going to continue to be very slow, and now you know why.

I’m spinning my life on its ear. Wish me luck!

I’ve lived in Louisville longer than any other place in my life. I sure am going to miss it.