It's Not Long Now
We're going to a wedding two hours north of here at the end of August, returning on September 1.
September 3, the movers are coming to load up the condo.
September 4, it's all headed to Queens. As are we.
It's a strange feeling, even though I'm not going to miss Grand Rapids. At all. On the west side, too many people aren't well. I was walking out of a grocery store today and a man just started yelling at me. No reason, just random yelling. It's happened before, and I don't handle it well.
So it's not our destination that's difficult, it's that the entire process of moving is a logistical tangle with so many tasks attached. There's always more to do, and it's going to be that way for a while.
This morning, though, after many weeks of feeling uninspired about the book, I had one of those magical two-hour periods that only happen if you keep showing up every day.
Without those moments, no one would ever write a book--or finish one, at least.
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