Winter, Finally

37F according to the outside thermometer this morning. Which doesn’t sound very cold to those in some other parts of the country, I’m sure. But now that I’m living in a house with real actual central heating, I sort of feel a little thrill at looking at that temperature drop and knowing that we won’t be cold.

Sometimes it’s the little things.

I feel like I’ve just awakened from a sort of shuddering dream. Summer was…well, mostly unpleasant. The nightmare of buying Chez Saintcrow (now that it’s over, I’m glad, and though I love this house I’m not sure I would ever do THAT again) shading into a autumn of settling in, finishing the Cinderella book (again, shhh, can’t say much about that) and a breakup, well, stress has pretty much been my middle name and the writing has suffered. Scraping together enough emotional energy to come back to the work day after day has been a deadly struggle, and even years of discipline haven’t helped as much as I could wish.

But the ice seems to have finally broken. I’m working on the third Bannon & Clare, and moonlighting with a story about trailer-park fae. No lie–the hero lives in a trailer park, and his world is weird, dangerous, and wonderful. It’s my reward for getting through each day’s work–more work! And I’m happy to have it so.

Spring/summer’s generally seen as the bright half of the year, full of renewal and growth; autumn and winter as the dark half, restful and consolidating. I’m thinking instead that this will be the winter of my renewal–made glorious by a son of spork, or something.

It’s good to be back. Now I have to write an invalid’s temper tantrum and a girl fencing with the Queen of Faerie. This is going to be fun…

photo by: fdtate
  • martianmooncrab

    you go girl… kick ass..

  • Cheryl

    Buying a house is so, so traumatic in today’s financing climate. It still doesn’t seem real to me that the house I now occupy is mine and not a temporary rental that I’ll have to relinquish in another year or three.

    I don’t know how you’ve been getting anything done. Clearly you’re made of sterner stuff than I am.