A ball of fluff, a new house and a dirty kitchen...

I sat down to write and everything I wanted to write about suddenly became very shy and decided to hide.

What to say?  I am writing, just not here.  I'm trying to write a book.

It's hard work writing a book.  Well, at least the kind that I WANT to write.  I suppose one could sit down and write something like,

"Once there was a big ball of fluff.  It lived somewhere in South Georgia, on the floor of a 1940's bungalow, in between the living room drapes and the wall. A wall, you might care to know, that was painted the most atrocious shade of mauve one has ever seen."

This story about fluff could be stretched out into chapters and then put into book format and - Ta Da! There it would be.  A book. About fluff.

Anyway.  I'm trying to write a book that isn't full of fluff.  Rather one that is substantially more substantial than fluff and it's kicking my butt.


I have good news!

Zack and I, as of Friday, December 3rd, became the proud owners of a 100 year old house here in the City of Decatur.  She's gorgeous and we can't wait to fill her with all manner of various wonderfulnessesses that are US. You know how it goes. Being renters there's only so much one can do. So it's down with icky awful yellow wallpaper with icky awful flowers.  It's away with bad pink paint colour in the dining room. It's up with dress patterns and sheet music! Globes and books! Horatio the deer head above the living room mantel! Zack and I have been joking about somehow procuring the hind end of a deer and mounting THAT above the mantel and Horatio in our room which is on the other side of the fireplace. The idea of that sends us into fits of laughter.  ;-)

Currently I am trying to avoid the kitchen. Here, in our rental house. An hour ago we said goodbye to a few dear friends that I invited over to help us celebrate Zack and his birthday today.  I made homemade Beef Stroganoff and we had White Chocolate Banana Cream Pie from the Buckhead Diner (which the getting of that is a story in and of itself as while I was waiting for the restaurant to get it ready, Hawke ran around to each table trying to high-five and fist bump everyone who was dining...) and there was wine and beer and much much much laughing.  We're a silly bunch.  All that to say the kitchen is ridiculous.

Why am I writing such drivel?

I remember.  This house.  That we have lived in for over two years.  This house is the reason that Zack and I eloped in July of 2008 instead of waiting for a proper wedding in October 2008 instead. This house is where our lives came together into the melding of families and this house is where Hawke was literally born, upstairs on the landing next to the bathroom and down the hall from our bedroom in an inflatable tub while I imagined I was a squid. ;-) This lovely little house has housed a lot of living and for that I am grateful.

I need to go clean that stupid kitchen.  Zack said that I shouldn't, that it can wait until morning but I despise coming down to a dirty kitchen. So off I go.  But I'll be back.  I'll not wait so long to write again.

I promise. I've something brewing in my head I want your opinion on internetz, so get ready!