Kevin Brennan Is Self-Publishing His New Novel
Poking my nose just above the water to say, Whoa, I’d forgotten how stressful it is to move! We’ve had a hell of a 2015 so far: buying a new house, selling the old one, and never quite knowing till the last minute if the deals were going to get inked or not, but 2014 quite sucked there at the end too. If you recall from earlier whining on my part, our dream of building a house in the country collapsed when our architects led us down a primrose path that put us way over budget before even one permit had been issued. We had to bail, but now we’re glad we did. Got a much better house than we’d have built, and we’ve timed the sale of our current house perfectly, with a seller’s market and multiple offers. Oh, it’s nice to get lucky for once in my life…
But now we’re in the stretch run of the actual move (it’s looking like it’ll happen on 3/11), and Daddy’s stress levels are requiring more and more high-octane elixirs to keep under control. Soon I’ll be pouring Tanqueray on my morning cereal!
I have a five-page to-do list right now, and it’s only growing with each waking thought I have. Plus, we have to — you know — work.
So what do you do when you’re being torn asunder by crazy circumstance? (And don’t say meditate; there’s no time to meditate!) I’d like to be put in a state of suspended animation and awakened when it’s all over — like a flight to Alpha Centauri — but I don’t think that’s too realistic, do you?