I feel like I should blog, but I don’t really have anything to say, so newsletter-y type stuff until I manage to figure out HOW to do a real news letter. (It’s on the list to do for next year.)

We’re moved, finally, into our new house. It’s tiny, far too small for the four of us, but my daughter isn’t getting bullied anymore and she loves her new school. So that’s a win.

Especially since that was part of why we moved.

We’re no where near settled yet, because of my fibromyalgia, it’s taken me a good two weeks to almost regain ‘standard functionality’ levels. I need to move one more time in my life, and that’s it. I don’t mind traveling, but moving? It’s so hard on me physically, even harder emotionally/mentally due to my asperger’s. So, somehow have to get to a point in my life where we can afford a mortgage again, buy a house I can live in the rest of my life… ideally one without too many stairs.

Stairs are the very devil for me due to the fibro.

So is the hill I have to walk up twice a day to get the kids to/from school. It feels like I’m climbing Everest when I’m trudging up it, especially when I have to slog through a lot of snow, like this morning.

It’s exercise though, so in that sense it’s good. (Even if I do loathe and detest the snow.)

I’m up to 30k words in my WIP Ace Assassin, and it’s slow going. Moving threw my writing for a loop as well as my body/mind. But I’m slowly reasserting my routines.

I failed nano- spectacularly. I had about 23k by the time Nov 30 occurred. Between the move, the election and my issues with my blood family… I just couldn’t do it.  The book will still get finished, but it’s taking longer than I’d hoped. I’m usually a 2k a day kind of girl, but I’ve been lucky to get 500-1000 words per day lately.

I have other irons in the fire (aside from being mom, wife and home maker as well). My editing business is picking up with new clients, my project for January is looking like it will happen, and I’ve submitted some short stories for anthology calls. I’d hoped to have a Yule themed erotic piece for the holidays, but it’s only half written. I blame November.

My weekly Twitter chat has been slow to pick up, probably because the topic is one of those things people don’t like to talk about frequently in public. I do know by the number of people who’ve thanked me privately that there are far more who are reading the questions and answers than are taking part in the discussions. So at least the information is out there.

With that, I’m going to go get back to work.

Oh! Head over to the Auction page to bid on things to help Standing Rock.