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The Hardest Part

8/20/2015

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The hardest part of anything for me is waiting. I'm just not cut out to do that. I like the doing part. Always have still do.  Well, I have been waiting for several things.

Right now the main thing we are waiting for is the appraisal addendum to The Basement House. Oh, the appraiser got there initially right on time. BUT she had some things she wants done before we can have the house. Now keep in mind that we are buying the house to fix up, so we already knew about these things.Not only that but we were planning to fix them ourselves after we did some upgrades. For instance there is a wall in the attic bedroom that is missing the drywall because there are new wires that had to be run. There are two vents behind that wall that need replaced, and we were going to add insulation to the area. When we move in we will have to undo the drywall they have put in and do those things.
We can't just do the work, and are at the mercy of whomever the bank finds as the lowest bidder (i.e. cheap). We weren't planning on occupying the space until the work was done anyway,but now we have to wait for them to do it, wait for the appraiser to reinspect it, and wait until it is all reviewed by the underwriters. .Waiting.

The other thing I am waiting for is more difficult. I have a couple of writing works out looking for an agent. I don't know how long it will take for them to be read by the agents I have sent them to. Agents and editors have one thing in common. They are both stressed for time and, in order to save time, they reply only to those writers that they might want to work with. the rest of us are at their mercy. Waiting. One work I sold had it for three months before they let me know they were interested.(Their web site said they would let me know in 4-6 weeks.) And so I send my babies out into the great cyber world,not knowing if I will ever hear what others thought about them. It's like playing in a football game and hearing the cheering weeks later, not at the time of the game. And so I wait. and wait, and wait for someone to discover my babies sitting there on the shelf waiting for a real life.

In the meantime, I'm writing the next Great American Novel with Ashley Martin, Architect, building a story one word at a time.And she's telling me to get busy on her story because Ashley doesn't like to wait either.

See you next time..

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New Adventures

8/3/2015

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Since I wrote in this blog I have been up to a lot of things. First, I didn't write here because I was experiencing some technical problems. Hopefully they are taken care of now and you can actually access what I am writing. However, I am still living and that means new adventures.

Ashley that I wrote about in March has found herself in real hot water and I'm not sure how she is going to get out of it yet. Some day she will get her act together. Until then I have one quote from her I especially like: "Unlike Victoria, I actually have secrets," she said.

That isn't the only thing I've been doing of course. My husband and I have begun a new project house, The Basement House or as we are beginning to call it The HERD House, is a charming, under cared for 1939 house on nearly a half acre.
It comes with it's own set of problems. There are no appliances, ancient smoke alarms, and I think most faucets in the house are leaking. Outdoors, the gutters have some downspouts, one of which ends just above the gas meter and the electrical service entrance to the house. We might want to fix that ASAP before the rains start if they ever do. The unattached garage has a section of 'natural' skylight in the roof as well as coming with a full compliment of homeless amenities that we must get rid of. (Hopefully there are no bodies in there.)

In addition we have been privileged to watch as Bambi and Thumper met.When they first saw each other, Bambi advanced, while Thumper sat still. When they got about 2 feet apart, Thumper ran. Bambi held still. Then Thumper crept back. Bambi stretched out his head to sniff and so did Thumper. They didn't actually touch, but close. And they did a little bit of back and forth dancing each in their own way.

See you back here soon.

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    Gwen Kruger, author, writer, crazy person.  I love writing, the outdoors, and my husband, although not necessarily in that order. 

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