Started to get going yesterday, only to get hit with a migraine.

So I went to bed.

Got up this morning, ready to fix that damn drawer, but I had, indeed, bought the wrong size drawer slide.

At this point, I did consider sitting down to write, but my husband gave an off the cuff suggestion that meant completely rearranging the living room and buying bookcases.

Yeah, I tore down custom shelves, rehung them, patched walls, and ordered the damn bookcases. I want to hang stuff on my walls, dammit, and I won’t let myself until I have my bookcases. Which are now on their way.

I also need more plants, but that’s a buying spree for another day.

Still haven’t found my writing table, but I do have a spot for it now. I cleared out an area in my hallway(?)/breakfastnook-like area. Sorry, the house is a semi-open floor plan. Shit it weird. But I do love it. Anyway, there’s a… space between the kitchen and the downstairs living room, that leads from the front door to the backyard. It’s far too wide to be a hallway though, and nearly perfectly square. That’s where my little writing table will go. I’ll have a great few of the backyard, but will be in the kitchen. I plan on putting lots of plants in there too. It gets tons of natural light.

Anyway, that’s where the pets ate until very recently. We cleared it out, cleaned it, and now I just need a little table to pop up somewhere.

As for writing… I’m pretty pooped for today, but I’m making a new monster. I couldn’t find one from folklore I liked, even to tinker with. And frankly, I did a LOT of that recently. It feels good to come up with a new monster. I haven’t in a while. So I probably won’t be writing until I get my monster ready, which is okay. I’ll likely bang out a bunch of stories once I do.