Creating magic on the page and in the world
I’m moving. By Tuesday the plan is to be entirely out of this apartment, and by Thursday I’m in the new apartment. Followed by a stressful Friday meeting, bar crawl through Madison Saturday for a friend’s birthday (another thing I’ve never done), and NaNoWriMo starts Friday. Sunday there’s a shindig at a local library, so I look forward to that. I’m also taking vacation on that Monday and Tuesday to both get a head start on Nano and complete my friend’s birthday gift, Clipped Wings.
While moving, packing boxes, and seemingly not running out of books, I realized I have a lot of books. I have five fairly large boxes packed with them, and I still have two bookshelves, each five shelves about two feet wide along with randomly scattered books because they don’t all fit on my bookshelves. I haven’t even touched half the things I own. I have my toys and decorative items. And my boxes are nearly gone. Then there’s all the clothes. My notebooks. Board games. I have no idea how this is going to work out. Time to find boxes.
Note: While most people are generally used to packing a lot of boxes, I’ve generally fit everything I own into my car, aside from the bookshelves and bed. This is how I rolled. And I can no longer roll that way. Trailer it is.
