*Deep Breath*

Life, for this second, has calmed down enough for me to sit quietly in front of the computer and share as well as work on the novel/novella (I feel almost as though I’ve abandoned it).

On the abode side of my  world, God has provided yet again and we have a place!  Finding a place was a real struggle, but, we have a place now and soon will begin moving.  The idea of moving is not a fun one altogether, but, in this case, it’s a positive one.

While the abode search was happening the apartment complex surprised me with how crass and blatantly they are breaking the law and getting away with it!  The first thing they did was say there weren’t any leases since the property was sold.  Legally, if an apartment complex is sold the new owner is supposed to honor all leases from the previous owner.  Management hasn’t stopped their, however:  The new management has also said they want people to move and will provide $100 to move.  One woman has lived here for 20 years and management seems to be really after her to move, especially since she renewed her lease before discovering the property was sold.  The treatment by new management has birthed a class-action lawsuit against them.  I am just glad to be getting away from here with The Husband and my dogs.  After such upheaval I really just need peace.

Through all this turmoil, there have been four pillars holding me and The Husband up:  God, our friends Sniffles and Cheyenne, and our families’ prayers and support.  Without these people in our lives there really isn’t a way I would’ve been able to stay out of the hospital with high blood pressure or possibly a stroke.  They gave smiles when it felt as if the universe on mine and The Husband’s shoulders couldn’t lighten.  They gave solidarity when there was none anywhere else in our lives.  God bless them and thank God for them.

Surprisingly, the writing has been there, as always, through the stressful times and helped save my sanity.  I’ve only been able to write of an evening, and then only a few words, sometimes a page, at a time, but it’s been great just having the creative outlet to channel all the stress and make it positive.  Unfortunately, the novel/novella’s momentum has slowed remarkably, and this is sad, but I must be happy work is continuing and not simply stopped because of all the stress this family is undergoing.  Remarkably, as is the norm, usual, etc., the stress is adding to the creativity.  I always am amazed at how stress affects writing:  It either blocks the writing process or it helps.  You never know which way it is going to go until you’re in the middle of the river, so to speak.

Since life is settling down, the word flow is increasing and the ideas are beginning to pile up.  So, with that, I’m off here and on to a new world in space!

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to *Deep Breath*

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    I’ve been using my writing to cope with a stressful situation, too: moving my mother to an assisted living facility in the wake of an accident. So my protagonist is the “bad me,” giving me a chance to work out my temper!

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