Twisted Sister Meg here:
Last night, Don sprang some news on me. While it shouldn’t be new as we’ve discussed moving before. This winter was very very hard on both of us. With his accident, he couldn’t help take care of the outside animals. Now that we know he will never be able to help with the winter care, we must make some changes.
My writing is undergoing some prioritizing. I will probably never write a book that Oprah will hail as awesome. {WHO really wants to be depressed….I get enough of that just with the crises in my life!} I will probably never be on the NYT best seller list–that’s okay, I’d rather travel for pleasure. I will probably never win a RITA or any other major huge award–a fan letter or email will be validation enough.
For me–right now, at this moment in time, today–writing fulfills only a part. The adventures that await at the beginning of each day make me glad I’m alive. There’s so much to do, much to see, and if I get a few stories printed along the way, then that’s the icing on the cake!
I’ll let y’all know if we cash it all in and move to a warm, less critter filled place!
I don’t blame you one bit. I don’t know how this winter ranks in comparison with Oklahoma’s usual, but it was a lot harder on me. I swear, I went entire months where the only time I got completely warm was snuggled under my electric blanket at night. I’m so tired of being cold.
I don’t think I could live anywhere else, not with all my family and most of my friends here, but if this weren’t HOME, I’d be looking at warmer climes, too.
And planes fly everywhere.
If I had moved to where family was, I’d be warmer. I do miss my family as well as my chosen family.
Planes do fly everywhere and regardless of where I land, I’ll always have a spare room for guests.