Hellloooo! I’m back from no-words land. My husband and our pretty lab Josie have been traveling and slowly moving from Texas to our new home in Florida. We both grew up in Florida, have a sibling here, and few would argue that the climate in Florida is better than in Texas. So here we are.
My husband, who spoils me pretty bad, has painted my new office peach opal. That means it’s light peach. And put together a new Ikea desk and bookshelves for me. And planted a blooming vine outside my window. So I’m good to go.
We arrived in June in time for the monsoon. After years in Texas, I’ve loved the rain, and all the green everywhere. All the parks around here have signs reading Watch Out for Alligators, or Do Not Feed the Alligators. (Some foolhardy folks toss marshmallows to them. Tch.) I was sure we would be at the beach every other day, and we did that for a while. But, you know, ho hum, another day in paradise. Haven’t been in weeks.
We’re still getting the house into shape. We want all our Texas friends to come see us, and we do have the guest bed set up, but that room is aesthetically a disaster. Trying to be patient, but you know, I wanted the house to be perfect from the first, or more reasonably, the second day.
Anyway, I’m back in business, so to speak. The book I’m working on is again set in ante-bellum Louisiana and fictionalizes a very real slave rebellion just north of New Orleans in 1811. I’ll tell you more about that as I get further into the book.
That’s all for this time.