Rearranging my office is like rearranging my mind

It must be spring, I’m rearranging my office to better catch the shifting sun. It’s angle has shifted significantly, and the plants are starting to move toward the windows again. it was sort of a double whammy this time since I was coming off a rather intense rewrite, which always gets me in the mood to clean off my desk, and it just sort of spilled over to the couch and cabinet. A bag of stuff went out to the curb when I exchanged a filing cabinet (which Tim wanted) for a mini-wardrobe (which I wanted). Cleaned up the plants . . . changed out Mr. Fish’s bowl.

And then I took a week and sort of did the same for the website, starting the slow transition from one book to the next. Small changes right now, but they will grow upon themselves. At least THE DRAFTER has a page now.

Today, though, with a clean office and nothing more to procrastinate with, I’ll be hitting Peri hard. I cracked book two open yesterday to try and remember where I’d left off, and it took me about seven chapters of a fun read to remember the changes I’d wanted to make when I left her. So today I’m working on those same seven chapters, putting in said changes. At least, that’s the plan. I’ve also got to shorten the chapters, maybe move a POV from Michael to Bill, think about shifting that prologue from the, ah, coffee shop to maybe a car show ��. . . Decisions, decisions.

Cacti sprouts are starting to show some green.