Nemo has come and gone, but his billions of little crystalline friends are planning to stay around for a while. The storm was all right for me. The power stayed on, I was able to dig my car out of a 3-foot snowbank with the help of a fortuitous dude with a plow, and as I look out my window right now, the sun is shining and the temperature is just above the freezing point.
Being snowed in this weekend has allowed me to continue the work that has kept me away from blogging for the past two weeks: packing. Packing, packing, cleaning, packing. It’s absolutely astounding how much stuff you collect when you live somewhere for a long time, and how little of it is used on a daily basis. I’ve thrown out so many things that I simply don’t need, and it feels good. My shoulders and back might disagree with that assessment, but spiritually, I guess, it feels good.
I find myself unable to sit down and do nothing for more than a few minutes before some hideous, foreign urge comes along and makes me spring up to put a few more things away, or dust something, or organize something else. I’ve been so terribly productive that I hardly recognize myself.
And I’ve been writing, too. Every afternoon, I’ve been able to spend at least an hour or two pecking away at The Spoil, and if I’m a very good girl, I might even finish the first draft by this time next week. Don’t hold me to that, though. I’ll probably have to cut about 30,000 words before it’s in a publishable state, since I’m pushing 180k at the moment, but I think it could stand to be a little bit trimmer. I’m very excited about the progress, and I’m fairly certain it’ll be a great read. I might be looking for beta readers (or at least glaring-typo-spotting-readers) at some point, so if you’d like to throw your hat in the ring, drop me a message.
Otherwise, things are moving along as they usually do. I’m really looking forward to settling into my new place, but until then, I might be a bit of a stranger around these parts. I will absolutely check back in if I manage to finish The Spoil before then, or if anything else comes up, but I’m afraid I must devote most of my attention to all these darned boxes and bags and baskets.
How did you all weather the storm? Any snow absurdities to share?