I am moving. I’ve never moved houses before. This move came about suddenly. As in, we only saw the house we wanted to buy on January 14th and put our house on the market on the 22nd.

I’ve realized that selling a house is a lot like writing. I bust my butt to get everything as perfect as possible but there are still things that need more cleaning.

People are coming in and judging my hard work by appearances only and not considering the blood sweat and tears that went into it.

And I have to WAIT WAIT WAIT to find out if anyone wants my baby.

I’m so not cut out for this. I want to be sedated until the house is sold.

I also want to be sedated until my latest book is sold.

I’ve been told that writing is like childbirth, but as I’ve said before, at least during childbirth they give you good drugs.

By the time I’m done moving I’m going to need detox. . .