Being an author means we get cool things, right? All too often, I see people talk about making enough from their book sales to buy a yacht. I don’t want one. Instead, I got a house.
Ok, so I already owned it, and it’s certainly not a mansion. Our little dream home is a one bedroom cottage in a lovely, quiet town. It’s also a wreck, but my husband I see the potential for lovely evenings on the porch with our laptops, enjoying crazy storms and mosquitos while the puppies play at our feet. To do that, we need to do a little work, first.
Yes, that’s me in the bottom of that picture. I was sitting on a “cooch-choo-choo” (aka floor roller), drinking a bit (hence the fancy name for the floor roller) and papering my floor. Once that is done, we’ll start putting the finishing touches on the walls. I’m thrilled because hopefully I’ll get to move into my lovely little cottage in another month… give or take.
The downside is that this is a LOT of work. The husband and I always dreamed of building our own place. Sure, what we’re doing doesn’t exactly count, but it does satisfy that urge to live in a home that we made together. The hundred-year-old house is perfect for us and a complete dream come true. It’s also the reason I’ve been pushing out my backlist so fast. The extra income from book sales has all gone into either making more books or those “tiny” things a home needs, like a new roof, walls, floor, appliances….
Well, and that amazing lipstick red hair.
But, this is what I bought with the “big” money I made as an author. Renovations are ahead of schedule. Things we weren’t sure we could afford are actually happening. My little author’s retreat is becoming a reality!
Now, while I won’t be taking time off to tour the world on my yacht (which seems rather miserable to my stay-at-home minded self), my releases may slow down just a bit. That means 6 weeks before y’all get the next book instead of just 4. I mean, you might have to wait as long as two whole months before the next release. (I doubt it, I like releasing books too much).
And when I get the chance to finally move into my dream home? Yeah, there’s an office dedicated to writing. My husband jokes that he’s going to build a box around me, with a warning light for when he shouldn’t interrupt. I figure the frantic slapping of keys will be enough of a sign to warn him off. Either way, I anticipate my writing to get back into full swing – and then some!
So, if you wonder why I’m behind on my reading, reviewing, and social media commenting… now you know.