When it rains, it pours… and occasionally snows. The weather continues to drive me a wee bit doolally; it is, as my sister in law pointed out this past Saturday, as though Mother Nature is in the throes of PMS.
I concur.

I had big plans for April. Like, truly big plans. 75k into a resurrected novel project, 5k into short stories. A novel crit for a prize winner, edits for Belfire and submissions that are overflowing my inbox. Plus the massive house cleaning we’ve been trying to do all winter.
And then spring happened, in fits and starts, leaving snow, ice, rain, ice, snow, rain and ice all over the place. And Carrie went back to work. And Rhia’s moving into town. And… blah.

Oh, @slysionnach from @wriye … how you love to test my brain with these blog prompts! I have the dumb now, from thinking too hard. But that’s okay, I think I may have worked out what it is I do, and why. Or maybe how.
Or something.
Gah!

… is too many?
The house is small. Probably less than 800 feet all told. It’s shaped relatively stupidly as well. The kitchen, while square, is the only room that is. My room is twice the size, rectangular. Rhia’s room is pretty much exactly the same as the kitchen, and Carrie’s room is little more than a closet.
It’s stupid. Just sayin’.
I have over 500 books, and we’ve got countless movies. The knick knacks… I can’t even think.
But what really makes me crazy, absolutely beyond rational thought, are the animals. It’s my …

The great plans for a massive spring clean have gone awry, the bulk of the issue rests solely on this house, with a large part being…well, us. We’ve just lost any will to do anything here, even the basic stuff seems out of reach sometimes.
We’re trying. We really are; the hope that we’ll find somewhere better, somewhere – safe – to live, is waning. Literally, I’ve seen Carrie go from happy, bright and snappy to angry, depressed and hopeless just by walking in the door. Rhia? She gave up long …