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I have been writing my second novel and doing a few scenes for the third book as well. It was wonderful to get going on these two works and rough out an outline for my fourth and fifth, maybe books. Naturally, the world gets upset if I remove myself from it, not ego talking, I’m bummed out.

I have a rental property and it has been happily rented since November. Tenants pay on time and all was right with the world, oh except the part where I get to write. The ‘princess’ of the three 20-somethings living at the house called in a panic because there was a termite swarm in the house. Okay, I think that sounds icky too and I don’t blame them for being upset. I am mad at myself since, several people advised me to get a termite inspection back when I was working on fixing up the place. My tenant of 13 years was now 86 and needed to move into assisted living, so I decided to fix everything. I will not bore anyone with the hassle I went through getting everything done but suffice to say, I did not get a termite inspection. I just never seem to recognize good advice when it is staring me in the face. Must be the blonde thing, but I now have termites and will be working on paying for that and getting workers in to fix stuff that did not get fixed correctly the last time.

By the end of all this, I will have lost the month of March. Not only getting the damn bugs dealt with, but there are taxes to handle as well so there is more time spent on anything except what I want to do, which is write. Maybe this is the Universe’s way of telling me, I can’t write. No, I mean, I have no talent. But I don’t honestly care about the lack of talent. I have to get these books out of my head or I will go cuckoo. Okay, John stop laughing, I meant more batty than is currently recognizable.

Oh, crap, this one got long and I am sorry. I will stop right here and bid Adieu and air kisses to all….

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