I’ve been waking up nights to the sound of distant screaming recently. It’s been disconcerting and, frankly, weird. Because these aren’t blood-curdling, I’m-being-murdered screams, but those of the barely audible, squeaky, pathetic variety. (Yes, who knew there were so many varieties. Now shush, this is my exaggerated anecdote.) It took me quite some sleepless nights of skulking around the house to realise that the screams were coming from my laptop. Yes people. My blog was crying. I know.
So, here I am [imagines rousing cheering], clearly with little to nothing of any import to say. What? When did I ever say that that was my purpose?
Okay. So, the move to sunny [coughs] Melbourne went extremely well. Only one thing out of all our possessions got broken and it was ugly anyway, so we gained something really. The car and the furniture arrived when they were supposed to. Yes. Shocking. And we’ve settled into our lovely little suburb rather well. We’re in walking distance from cafés and restaurants and a totally sublime art deco cinema. CJ is in his element and I fear he may have to get a second job just to keep up the movie-going.
As for all things writing, I can’t tell you how good it is to be in one of the three official cities of literature. (Yes, Iowa received its crown in November.) The bad news is that the publisher turned me down [imagines booing and hissing]. She did, however, have some good things to say (phew), but ultimately Beat just wasn’t for her. Other possibilities are afoot at the moment though and I won’t go into details just yet. You know. In case I jinx it and whatnot. I’m churning out the short stories at the moment and totally enjoying the form after spending so much concentrated time on the novel.
It is my sincere hope that this post – and of course the subsequent brilliant posts I have lined up for you [ahem], will put an end to the diminutive screaming that has been disturbing my new house-plants. See you soon.