I should be working on my book right now, but instead I’m working on every thing but my book. Or at least it seems that way. Part of the reason is, I’ve been so hit and miss with my writing that I’m finally at a point where I can’t remember what’s happening in the book, let alone where it’s going. I’ve been saying for the last month that I need to sit down and reread everything from the beginning, but so far I’ve read the first chapter like six times. I did manage to get to the second chapter the other day but that’s as far as I’ve gotten. I need about six hours to just sit down and read through it, maybe make myself some notes or an outline or something so I’ll know what happened in previous chapters. I already know it’s most likely going to go through considerable revisions before I send it off to my editor. Once I get everything packed up and we’re ready to leave, I’ll be able to finish this book in no time. But I also thought we’d be done or close to being done by now and well… we’re not even close.

Is it possible for stuff to breed while I’m sleeping because I swear that’s what’s happening? Every time I clean out a room it seems like there’s more stuff in it the next day. I’m currently working on my office. I’ve already got three boxes of books I plan to donate; some to the public library and some to the school library. I also have four bags of office supplies I’m going to donate to the local elementary school. It’s mostly loose leaf paper, notebooks, three-ring binders, and some pencils and things. It’s not a ton of stuff, but I’m sure the school will appreciate it nonetheless.

I still have books to go through. So many books. Which really shouldn’t surprise anyone since I’m pretty sure every author/writer has a good sized book collection. I actually think it might be a requirement. But, like everything else in this house, I’m only keeping the stuff I absolutely love—that includes books. I’m getting rid of some of the books that I have multiples of or various versions (ie. Paperback and Hardback). Still, I think deciding which books to donate has been the hardest part of this move for me yet. I love them all, but I know I won’t have the room for all of my books in the new house. Honestly, I don’t have enough room for all of them in this house which is why a good portion of them were already in boxes in the bottom of the closet. My bookcases were already full and I didn’t have any more room for more bookcases. So it’s time to let them go and hope that they find another reader to love them. Maybe they will inspire a new generation of authors/writers they way they did me.