Dreaming in Character

G.L. Jackson

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I said that last time. It became a pastime.

Bonus points! I got you here using Hamilton lyrics!

Seriously, though: we’re moving again. Last time I told myself it was our last move for a long time, but it hasn’t really been all that long. So it goes. Onward and upward, and hopefully this time will be the last time for a great many years.

I’m excited for it, but it’s put a cramp in my writing style. Today was a good day, though. For the first time in many weeks, I had a few uninterrupted hours to write so I took advantage of it. Getting back in the swing of this story felt so good.

Honestly, I’ve tried not writing and I just get cranky and depressed. It’s better for me (and for the world around me) if I take the time I need to be creative.



On Absent Friends

My dear friend Tami made a mad dash to the store just before we left Disneyland last month and handed me this on her return:


Every morning, I have coffee or tea in this mug. I love it, not just because it’s silly and great and features the screaming gulls from Finding Nemo, although that’s a big part of it. It’s not just because it says MINE MINE MINE, even though that means my family members actually do keep their hands off it.

The reason I love it is because it makes me feel like I’m having coffee with Tami every morning.

The worst thing about moving so far away was having to leave my friends behind. To all of you back in Oregon and to all of you all over the world, you know who you are, I say let’s do coffee every day.

Change never really stops, does it.

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California’s Pretty

I didn’t intend to take almost a month off from blogging, but it turns out that moving is a lot of work. I’ve been unpacking and cleaning and unpacking and making a mess of the place I just cleaned up and doing it all over again for the past three weeks now. I’ve decided a few things.

1. The smell of cardboard boxes is toxic.

2. Cardboard boxes frighten cats.

3. I can’t wait to get all the cardboard out of my house. Most of it is flattened and in the garage and will be gone in a week or so.

4. I really miss writing and being creative in general.

I’m getting ready to have my first visitors in the new house this week. If that’s not impetus for getting the place ready, then nothing could be. In the meantime I’ve been ignoring my online existence — this place, twitter, all my other regular haunts, so if there’s anything you’d like to point me toward, please feel free to leave a comment. Soon I’ll be back up to speed with everything. Soon things will settle. Soon I’ll be writing again.


Too busy to write, too busy not to.

Because getting ready to move to another state and running an annual fanfic exchange clearly aren’t enough, I’ve just started a new writing project. I’m so excited about this one — it’s been a long, long time in the works — and being motivated about it feels so good.

In the meantime, the clock is ticking down on time left to do anything in Oregon. I know some of the things I really wanted to do, like take a last trip to the beach, are becoming impossible. I remind myself that I won’t be all that far from Stinson Beach or Muir Beach in the new place, even closer to Ocean Beach, and there will be a thousand and one new things and places to explore. For a while it seemed like the beginning of August was a lifetime away, that I had all the time in the world to do things and get there. Yesterday one of my dear friends brought me flowers and a goodbye note, and that pretty much cemented the reality of things. We’re moving from the home we’ve been in for twenty-two years.

Today I’m giving a friend all my outdoor plants in pots, and next week I’ll get my houseplants to another friend. We’ve donated a lot of furniture to Habitat for Humanity. I’m going through clothes and trimming down what I’ll bring, trying not to buy any more food but using what we have, and so on. I know that when things finally happen they happen quickly.

In the midst of it all, my brain decided it was definitely time for this new writing project. What this proves to me is that the busier we are, the more we find time to do. Those endless days when August seemed so far away? I spent them wasting time. Now, when I have the least time for them, the words and ideas are flowing.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.