I’ve been in Maine now for 17 days. The move from New Orleans to the wilds of Maine was eventful for certain. I developed pneumonia, and I’m still recovering. Simple tasks like washing dishes or doing laundry leave me weak and shaking.
Due to my illness, my schedule is messed up. (I am still surprised I made it in one piece and alive. I lost a few days while sick.) The BHS Anthology, A History of Trouble, should be done by the end of this month and I aim to have it in my editor’s hands by September 1st.
The Farm, my new home, is amazing. It is beautiful and grand and peaceful. It needs a lot of love and care, and long-term renovations to ensure this old house lasts for another 250 years. It has working plumbing, heat, electricity, and generations of memories and belongings from the previous owners. (The Farm is owned by the family.)
The peace and quiet here are amazing. I can already feel myself settling in and wanting to write more.