So I've told you guys that I'm going to be a dad. What I haven't told you is that we've also been trying to buy a house. Since, like, last August. It's a long story, and I'm not going to get into it right now--maybe if I can figure out a way to make it interesting instead of a boring recanting of dull events, I'll write about it, but I don't know if my skills are that sharp, these days.
Point is, last Friday, we drove through a snowstorm to a real estate company a couple towns over and closed on our new place. The new place will be written about, at some point, because the previous owners had some very interesting decorative ideas, to say the least.
It's going to take some work, but in the end, it'll be a bad-ass place. I'll even get my own office, again, which is something I haven't had in quite some time. Which means I'll be able to get in and do more writing. Yes, I realize that I'll eventually have a child, which isn't exactly conducive to having a lot of extra time, but still.
Anyway, we've got to get it painted, along with quite a bit of simple repair work. And by "we," I mean "me," because from what I've read, you're not supposed to take a pregnant woman into a house jam-packed full of paint fumes and make her do tons of physical labor.
Full disclosure: my brother-in-law is helping me with this stuff. And by "helping," I mean "showing me how to do everything," because I am clueless as all hell about home repair.
So it might be a pretty slim showing this month, what with having to paint, repair, and move into the new house. On the other hand, I've got lots of great pictures, so maybe I'll just post those. It's no truck trailer (which I lived in when I first moved back to Canadian--I was going to link to the story I wrote, but it looks like it was lost in the great reboot), but it's still a pretty interesting layout.
And that's what I got for this month. Once I get stuff a little more in order, I plan on hitting this writing shit with a vengeance, especially since the arrival of a new family member seems like it will be taking up a lot of my time. Although, I recently read a Tumblr post by Neil Gaiman where he talked about how when his kid woke up, he'd just let it play under his desk while he wrote. I could get behind that kind of parenting, I think.
Happy March, you magnificent bastards.