from the pen of icarus blake

We moved house.  Apartment.  Whatever.  In the process of unpacking right now, and I’ve booted up my computer for the first time in a week to check a packed email inbox and revive my internet presence.

My first book is off to beta readers, except for one copy that I moved with just in case something got lost in the mail.  I have to send that out this weekend, because one of the copies did.  A consequence of my age — I’ve never had to ship a package myself before.  The loss is almost certainly my fault, so there’s a beta copy out there.  Somewhere.  In a bin in a post office in Texas, probably.  I’ll ask someone this time.

Every critter made it through the move intact except for poor Renfield, who dropped his tail the second we went over a speedbump in the car on the way to the new place.  I’m surprised he kept his tail this long, if I’m being honest.  Crested geckoes are notorious for dropping their tails at the slightest offense.  He’s got a frogbutt now.  But he’s fine, he’s eating, he’s climbing, he’s judging me in his new spot.

And through it all, I still have to work.  Day in and day out, skin biopsies and burst appendixes, hysterectomies and colonoscopies.  The pace of life continues for us all, not matter how much we have on our plate.  Our list of to-dos only ever grows, but at least the sun shines through the windows here.