This year is a big one for me in the matter of renovations around the house. The house I live in has not had any work done to it in over 30 years. I started last year by raising my garage to stop it from flooding, getting some new windows in the big heat-sucking room of the house, and having a brick patio laid to eradicate the weeds in my back yard where my rotted patio used to be.
Other folks have nice friendly dandelions, I had raspberries and thistles.
This year, my favourite rooms in the house are getting an overhaul. I am having the kitchen redone into something far more user friendly (in april)...and that leads to my habits changing.
Every evening, I sit in my recliner and write. 6-8 hours per night, I work on being an author.
Now we get to the problem. With my environment in upheaval I will be facing the great unknown. I will lose control over my environment and in doing so, over my ability to write for a while.
Will endless references in my work to banging noises and handymen irritate my readers? Can I find a way to hide in my own home from the changes taking place?
Nothing of this nature has ever happened to me before. I am sure that it will freak me out, but I have no idea how this will affect me and for how long I will be a little bonkers.
with seven weeks in the countdown to complete re-distribution of my home, I can hardly wait to find out. I wonder what my books will do in the interim.