It turns out that my new house doesn’t want me to blog.
Honestly, that’s the only reason I can come up with for why I’ve barely written a word this summer.
It turns out that having a separate office where my computer lives means that when I collapse in the family room in the evening, my laptop is in a whole other room aaaaaalllll the way across a hallway.
I’m really supposed to traverse that far? Come on, people.
I’m going to put some of the blame on the new sectional couch we got to put in our family room as well. After some back and forth and bargaining (and pleading and one or two threats) with Alex, I selected my spot in the middle of the “L.” Once I’m in it, it’s tough to climb out unless I’m really motivated. It’s a really deep couch.
I’m a hell of a lot more relaxed, but not very creative anymore.
I’m not ready to give up this creative outlet yet though, so I’m working on an elaborate pulley and conveyor belt system to serve as a laptop-to-couch delivery route. It’s still in the planning stages, but I imagine it will be ready for me to start writing again by next spring, 2016 at the very latest.