This past week was one doozy of a week.
The house was finished up and put on the market. It sold in about six hours. I knew it would sell pretty quickly, but not that fast! I’m thankful though. It’s going to be a great home for the family who bought it. That was Wednesday.
On the same day, I found out that Sweet Kisses came in at #37 on the USA Today Bestseller list. That still hasn’t quite hit. I was in a set with twenty well known, talented authors. If you’ve been waiting for the set to hit Kindle Unlimited, it’s there now.
It’s been a wild week emotionally. Now that I’m no longer spending every waking moment readying the house, I can get those books out that were won. I will be sending them out this coming week. I’m sorry I’ve been slow.
I’ve been slow about getting new stories out too. I hope to fix that as well.
Okay, it’s the weekend and I’m ready for a celebratory glass of Hawaiian Punch.
Did you hear my hallelujah shouts today? The painting is done. I’m so happy I could cry. If I’m financially able, I will never paint again. It is the job that seems to take forever. But it’s done and there are just a few minor things to finish and the old house will be on the market. Whoooohooo!
There’s a bit of sadness there too. That little house was where we regrouped and caught our breath after being in a town we just didn’t like or feel welcomed in. It’s the little house that sheltered us when we’d felt so beaten and broken. It’s the little house where I published my first novel; where my husband took a leap and started his own business. It held us while we mourned Joey, our sweet boy kitty, and the house where we grew to love Roary, the kitty we rescued from the pound.
I hope the next people are as blessed as we were in that house. I hope they find it to be the shelter and home they need. It’s a great little house. I’ll miss it but I’m also thankful for the new one too. I’m growing to love this house more and more.
Okay, I’ll stop. It’s been a long week of hard work and it’s time to drink a glass of tea and rest a second. I know I still have books to get out and I will as soon as the house is done, which should be this weekend.
Oh my goodness. Painting. I have paint in my hair, up my nose, and everywhere else. Why? Because I'm painting my old house to put it on the market. It makes me wish I'd put saran wrap over the entire house to keep dirt off the walls. Or that plastic that used to be on couches. Something. Anything that would have kept me from painting.
Also, my arms and legs feel like they might fall off. I'm feeling every bit of 46 this week, and I still have more painting to do. Not a lot, but even a little right now is more than I want to do. I hope I never have to do it again. I probably will, but just the thought makes me want to cry.