Reactionary

I’m ensconced in Old City. A friend helped me bring the last of the stuff yesterday and I handed in the keys. It’s been an obscenely long journey. Every minute of every day for the last six months has been spent planning and adding and subtracting and agonizing over every new story from the financial markets. It really has been the worst time to buy, convenience-wise since absolutely nothing was easy. I did this, though. I surveyed the loft yesterday and thought, “I did this.” I saw this through. I made this happen. From saving the money to hiring realtors and brokers and agents to finding the best place for the money to dealing with this ridiculous seller. Getting approved for the loan was the easiest part. I retain the distinction of being one of the few people who could still buy in this horrible financial environment. Great credit and tens of thousands in hand. That was the only way it happened.

I went out to buy some necessities last night and am so happy with the neighborhood. I’ll be happier with the loft when all the trash and empty boxes are out of it. I will need to replace my reading chair because it’s far too big for the bedroom. The kitchen is great. I need to get a ladder to store my suitcases in the lofted storage area. I need to clean since it’s a little dusty especially in the bathroom where the HVAC is. I need to get fresh produce. But otherwise, it’s done and the weight of this terribly agonizing process is nearly done.

In the midst of the pedal to the medal last few days, I finished NaNoWriMo. The novel itself needs to get finished but it’s nearly there. Another 5000-6000 words and it’ll be done. It’s pretty good. I always write things with strong character work even if plot is light on the ground.

So, I’m proud of myself and I’m still sure I made the right decision. I’m glad I didn’t buy a house. A condo really is the best fit for me. People in general are very slow to give compliments so I’m complimenting myself. I rock. Now I have to sleep. Oh, yeah, I can’t. I have too many things to do.

I will also finish this novel. I can’t see the boss now seriously. He makes me laugh, even if my main character became a different person than he is, but I still used him as a model and every time he does or says something, he’s just giving me more material. And he doesn’t even know it. Ha-ha, Scottie. I really do work iin a unique work environment since so few lay people know what’s really said and done and thought behind those lead-lined double doors. That was part of the inspiration for the thing, as well as being another vehicle for my favorite stock character, the brilliant yet troubled male who makes no excuses (nor are there excuses made by the novel) for his success. Success is just as heavy as failure and the loneliness of being at the top is something I’ve always been interested in writing about. I’ll have this thing finished and first-run edited for Christmas since some people want to read it.

November 30th, 2008 | Category: Life |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL