Renovations

Well, I have everything ripped apart. Smart, huh? Really, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

So now the kitchen in my manuscript is hanging out in the front yard and there are a pile of walls all sitting in the middle of the manuscript, making not a lot of sense.

Plus, there are a couple of armchairs that I have gotten myself attached to. I mean, I recovered them myself. I am attached. But they have to go. So, into the alley they go, sitting dejectedly in the dumpster called Version 528.

But that’s okay, because the completed project will be better. All that poorly done grout will be gone. No more loose tiles. (I hope.)

Except, on a lark I sent out a query. Even though I promised myself I would ease off for a bit. And more has been requested. And the garage is in the attic. And stove is in the bathroom.

And I have company coming.

Oh god.