I’d arranged to take a month off the editing while I packed and moved, and today, that time is up. It’s back to work for me!
But I’m still on vacation. 🙂 The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it’s warming up out there on it’s way to a high around 89.
What has moving to Florida done for me? So much, I’m still taking stock.
First, I’m far more relaxed. The last few months in MN, I was suffering from insomnia and intermittent chest pressure. I worried I was on my way to my first heart attack, and I’m far too young for that. I started taking those tiny aspirin pills, one each night. They seemed to help; the pressure eased.
But since I moved to Florida, I haven’t felt that once, and I’m no longer taking the pills. I’m convinced now it was stress causing me that pain. I’m also sleeping much better.
Second, while I knew it intellectually, it’s finally starting to sink in that I have only one life. Wasting it worrying about everything is stupid. I’ve stopped fretting so much. I fully intend to enjoy as much of every day as possible, so when I finally do croak, I have as few regrets as possible.
Third, I’m getting more pleasure out of writing again. Maybe it’s the location–sitting in the lanai and being able to look up and out at the canal when I need a mental break or stimulation–but I feel newly energized, and ideas are starting to happen spontaneously again.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this: most of my plots and the twists therein would come to me when I was in that half-waking state between sleep and fully conscious. But before the move, nothing came to me for months, no matter how hard I went at it. That was one reason why Wolf Bound took so long to finish. I simply had no idea where to go with it. I was not inspired.
It makes sense I only satisfactorily wrapped the book after I settled in my new home.
I hope to release Wolf Bound Sunday, the 25th. In the meantime, I’m already hard at work on something else, and it’s coming along swimmingly. Not only that, a story I wrote several paragraphs for some weeks ago is starting to take shape in my head; yesterday, I wrote several more pages.
A northern winter drains my energy to the point where I almost feel sick by the time spring comes. Sunshine and warmth give it back. Now that I’ve finally moved, I feel well and happy and energetic every day. I’m sure someone somewhere has said weather isn’t important in one’s life. It’s just the weather. Ignore it and go on about your business.
But that doesn’t hold true for me. I need that light and heat every day to feel my best. “Nice weather” changes everything.
Spotted on the canal one day. This is an adult ibis. There are a small flock of adults and adolescents that visit frequently.
At the end of the canal is a lake, and in the lake is an island. It’s said a ‘gator lives there. Haven’t seen him yet.
Enjoy the week!