Changes

So...I've moved again.

This time it's just me and my mom. And, assuming most of you follow my facebook profile and/or author page, you probably already know why. I'm not one to post blatant updates...but I have hinted here and there... and if you can read between the lines you know I'm now separated and quickly moving toward a divorce. 

After 31 years it came as quite a surprise. At first everyone was in shock.  It all makes sense now, but I will spare you the gory details as I am attempting to get on with my life and stay positive.

Sadly, I have not written a word since publishing my last book. Hopefully as things begin to settle down, I'd like to get back to finishing Island of Time. Yes, another time travel, but at this moment I can't see any romance in this one...

Ironically, my first time travel - River of Time - ended up being quite a prophetical novel. So if you really want to see some of the gory details, read it! I was editing (actually completely removing) my dedication (which was to him) and skimmed over some of the book, having forgotten some of the particulars myself. I was completely flabbergasted by the similarities of Maggie's discoveries regarding her ex, and mine. Very strange, indeed. But, enough looking back.

It's high time to move

 I must 

And believe there's a

Here are some photos of my new apartment in Waukesha

My room

Our little kitchen...with a dishwasher!

Mom's room

 living room and the door to the garage. 

Living room, looking into the dining room.

Dining room/my writing area

AND, the best part about my move...I'm closer to the kids and grandkids now!!!

Me and Annabelle Lee ♥

Wish me luck!

and thanks for reading.

♫ It's My Blog and I'll Rant if I Want To ♪

The Title to the Blog must be sung to the tune of "It's my party and I'll Cry if I Want To" by Leslie Gore.

If you're not familiar with it, here it is:

Is it okay to rant on your own blog?  Well, I am anyway.  I'm usually not one to complain...(at least not online) but I can't take it any more.  Even though I hate moving...(and yes, I've got tons of experience packing and unpacking since I've moved more times than I can count since DH went back to school in 95)  I am SO ready to start packing again...

I miss my house in Eagle more than any of the other places we ever lived.
These views are from my living room window...my favorite view.

Winter:

 Spring:

Summer: 

Fall:

I never had that closed-in feeling while living there...our house sat about 3 blocks off the road. 

 It was always quiet unless DH was cutting the grass or plowing a field.  Cows mooing...leaves rustling, kids giggling, birds tweeting...

I think we had thirteen windows on the main floor - here I have three.
No one lived above us - here we have loud people.

I hear doors slamming, toilets flushing (more than is necessary - ocd?)
Footsteps stomping up and down the stairs.
Video games with guns and bombs going off (base up loud) as late as 11pm.
Did I mention toilets flushing (sometimes up to 5 time in a row) oy

I miss having my own house...just sayin.


Have a great (quiet) week!