I'm pleased to announce that - after months of excitement, new languages, and new places - that I'm finally back under my rock.
Well, okay, I'm not exactly pleased about it. As a matter of fact, it's really, really depressing to be back where everybody speaks my language and everything is exactly like it used to be before I left for my grand adventure. When you're travelling, even going to the supermarket is an exciting experience. Back home? Not so much. As a matter of fact, the most exciting feature in my life right now is the fact that I might need a plumber. Or maybe I can fix it myself. I'm breathless with excitement to find out which it'll be.
At least we've had a couple of records since I got home: March was the coldest March in 26 years, and April was the coldest April in about 50 years. Unfortunately, I'm no fan of Arctic temperatures; I want spring, and I want it now!
I also want to get back to writing. I've been so busy looking for a job that it feels like ages since I've spent any decent amount of time writing. I really, really miss it, and luckily, things on the job front seem to be a bit better now. I really hope that it can alleviate some of the stress which keeps me from writing. It's a funny thing; it seems like it's easier to be busy when you're busy. And my brain needs something to do; otherwise it'll keep itself occupied, and I really don't need to be any more neurotic than I am at the moment;).
So, let me hear: Is it spring where you are? Please, I want to hear stories about warm weather and blooming gardens; it'll be almost like being there myself...
I read and I write - everything from corporate to kink. My naughty fictional friends are always there to make my life interesting. And pester me, of course. Pesky creatures.