I really must apologize for not doing the blog for the last two months. Sure, I have an excuse and a valid one at that but it’s still no reason for not letting you know what was going on.
Recently, I moved from Vienna, Austria back to my hometown in Nevada. Now this may be a temporary move at best but still, like any move, it is a whole new experience. Frankly, I don’t know what I expected because my youngest, his girlfriend, his best friend along with his girlfriend all live in my house.
And I asked for very little when I returned. I wanted the smallest bedroom, a corner of my wonderful office and the walk-in closet in my office. Right now, I feel lucky to have a bedroom. Needless to say, I’m going crazy without a place to write and no place to hang my clothes as my husband has the very small closet in the bedroom. I figured since he had all the suits for work, it was the only solution.
Right now, I’m cranky, unreasonable and argumentative when I really don’t want to be. I live in chaos with 3 dogs, 5 cats and 5 other humans in a house that doesn’t have enough room for all of us. Did I mention, there are only two bathrooms as well?
So, it doesn’t leave much in the way of writing. I don’t have a dedicated place and I’m trying to keep the spark alive by working on my dining room table. Sometimes it’s fine, others it reminds me of the total chaos I live in when the dogs start playing under the table and actually move it. Add to that the cats who start running and the dogs take chase. All in good fun of course.
Except for Harry. Most of the time he’s fabulous with all the critters. My youngest’s cat, Gatsby, and he are great friends. Until the other dogs start playing with him too. Then it becomes a free-for-all that tells me I’m going to lose my mind.
Then I think of some well-loved movies and I know it will be okay. I remember the scene in The Christmas Story where the pack of dogs come in and steal the Christmas bird. Yeah, my home looks like that and when I calm down, I can see the hilarity of the situation. Or how about the many funny scenes from the movie, Yours, Mine and Ours. It doesn’t matter which version you get, it’s all much the same.
The point here is that while my writing reality may suck, the opportunity for ideas and stories and just living life abound. Don’t get me wrong…I loved my life in Vienna for it’s ordered manner and calm…I hated it because I was 7000 miles away from my immediate family and 4500 from our nearest relatives who live in New Hampshire. I wanted to figure out a way to successfully combine them and this is what I got.
I guess in my quietness, I forgot that life isn’t calm, nor as ordered as I was used to. Life is messy with all its foibles and ugliness and just plain chaotic nature. Life ebbs and flows, like a river. Sometimes it’s raging and makes great canyons, others it’s a meandering ribbon that brings life to the farmland but can flood when the sky opens and sometimes, it goes down to a trickle to die a slow death. Yet somehow, it has lived a full, rich life by just being.
Even though, life is throwing me a few, or a lot, of curves I remind myself every day of the wonder of being here in the chaos, surrounded by family and friends, feeling the awesomeness of where I am as I gather more story ideas for the day where I can again sit at my desk and write all day.
See you next month…