November is here again and so this means I'm pounding away at my keyboard to get my words for the day. Thus far it's been a bit of a mixed success. I'm a fair way ahead of the word count I need to be at for today...but it's not been all of one thing. I've been having real trouble settling.
I managed to get about six thousand for what I planned to do Nano on this year, but then when I tried to get back to it this morning I completely lost my motivation. I had the start nicely planned out in my head but I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it once that was out the way. So I stared at that for a while and then decided I wanted to try doing something else instead.
After a bit of thought I decided to give a random Sword and Sorcery idea a go, with a collection of DnD style stereotypes. Thus far it's going well, doesn't require a great deal of brain power, and I'm actually having fun with it. Long may it continue!
Question put to Joe Abercrombie: "Do you ever feel guilty about the terrible things you do to your characters?"
Answer: "Well...no. Do you feel bad when your pen runs out of ink?"
Have I really not posted in here since the beginning of August? Damn...
Right then! I have happily moved into my new house. We've mostly unpacked all our stuff. There's still a few things in boxes that need to be picked out and put away, but there not very important things so can just be left there until we find the space to stash everything.
There were a few too many spiders when we first moved in, but since the numbers have died down significantly I think it was just a rather unfortunate case of the little bastards being disrupted by us moving things all around and coming out of the woodwork. They are apparently still living it up in the garage, but since I don't have a car I don't care a great deal.
But yes...we have a house, we're all moved in, we have a variety of kitchen things...life is good! And I am starting my foundation degree next week. Back to coursework and exams. But at least I can sympathise with my little sister, who is heading off to University this weekend!
Our internet at the new house is going to take three weeks to get to us. The earliest they can get an engineer out is the 21st of August.
I am made of displeased.
I'm trying to tell myself that it's only two weeks and that I will have access to the next at work, and for small periods on my phone, and that there's bound to be an internet cafe or somewhere I can mooch wifi off around Burgess Hill for those two weeks. But I am still not happy about this.
Still, maybe this means I will get the required word count for Camp Nano after all.
...is the packing. I hate packing. I hate even small minor packing like going on holiday. So having to pack up absolutely everything I own? Hell on wheels. I've been at it on and off for about an hour and I'm already really bored. I'm watching the Women's Gymnastics as I go which is helping me a little. But still...urgh.
and I'm worried about filling boxes up to be too heavy, but I'm not really sure how to get round it. Layer of books and then a layer of clothes? I think my books are the only thing that are really going to break people's backs when they try lifting them.
But this post here is just another form of procrastination really. So to add something useful and constructive to all this...I do have the key now. So it's all official, it's our house. We can move in and start our new life in Burgess Hill any time we like :D
Edit: I'm also going to attempt to follow all the advice given to me by you lovely people in the other post. I think I've fallen at the first hurdle though since I'm not sure I can lift my first packed box :p
I have a house! Well...I don't technically have the house until Tuesday when the completion date is. But I've paid the deposit, signed the contract, and the rest of the money is set to go forward on Monday so that the solicitors can get everything ready for completion on Tuesday. Woohoo!
Unfortunately this now means I need to get everything else sorted. Mike's said he's going to handle most of the bill related stuff, but since the Council Tax and Water bills are in my name I should probably get round to doing those.
I was hoping that I'd be able to use my shiny new Nationwide online banking service to do it but for some reason it won't. Fucking stupid thing.
And there is the unfortunate thing that I now have to pack up everything I own. And I hate packing. Packing to go on holiday is bad enough. But hopefully this is one of the only times I'll have to pack up my entire life. Gone are my days of flitting about to a new place of residence every year or so. Now I just need some boxes to make the job easier. Going to try and steal them from work.
Last night I had a pretty cool dream. It involved Fred and George Weasley being vampire hunters. They were in some sort of marketplace when they heard these bizarre noises. It was the cry of these young cat like creatures who are typically associated with a particularly powerful lady vampire they've been hunting for a while. Stuff goes down, the cats attack, and there's an epic chase scene.
Then they're on a train (or possibly in my old school hall...it kind of changed about a bit) and the lady vampire is revealed to be their little sister Ginny! *cue dramatic music*
Unfortunately I woke up before the big smackdown fight at the end occurred. So sad.
In other news, the house buying is...kind of progressing. It's all going fairly well from our end. We've got the money sorted, our biggest concern has been dealt with, so we're just waiting for a few more details to be carried out by the lawyers and we're good to go. However, those details are taking their sweet time in being confirmed. And the seller's lawyers took ages in getting the important question we needed answered! Which means the land searches are only just going ahead. The estate agents are apparently tearing their hair out over things because they no longer think we're going to make the 31st as a completion date. I feel for the stress they must be under but that's kind of not our fault, nor our problem. We wanted to move sometime in August and we busted guts to get ourselves to this position. I realise this is more the people further up the chain's fault (who for some reason thought it was a good idea to announce on the 27th of June they needed to move on the 27th of July!) but there's not a great deal we can do to help you.
And in yet more news that is way less stressful than the second and way more awesome than the first...I'm going to be a bridesmaid :D *happy dance*
Last night as I lay asleep in bed,
Some What Ifs crawled inside my head.
They danced and partied all night long,
And sang their haunting What If song...
I wish I had Mike's ability to just make my brain shut up and deal with things at a sensible time. I know what we need to do about the water bills and stuff and I know that we can't do any of it until after Canada and we have an actual moving date. And when we get back we still have at least two weeks to get all that sorted so it's not like it's that big a rush. But I still only got about four hours sleep last night because my damn brain just would not stop fluffing about all the things I still had to do.