So we're shifted out of our former Secret Headquarters: a sunny and lovely, though all too small, flat.
Our former surroundings were horse pastures and orchards, and it was delightful.
Yesterday saw the last of the boxes move into our new Secret Headquarters. The new house has its own, peculiar, charms and delights. Not unlike that house in Anne Rice's The Witching Hour.
I'm still armpits deep in boxes and trying to figure out where we packed the towels, etc. but I'm still writing, still revising, and I'll blog properly again tomorrow. Promise.
Meantime, I now live in a place where there are no right angles, the floors slope like the deck of a ship, icy drafts curl through the air even in the middle of summer, and dark shapes flutter behind the surfaces of mirrors. And this house has a lot of mirrors...
Will this have an effect on my work? We shall see. Certainly all those stairs will be good for the exercise!
Meantime, I really should go see about that noise out the window. A bit like the flap of leathery wings...
9 comments:
Hang in there, hon! Things should roll smoothly downhill from here.
That last picture's really cool--where is that from?
Oh, oh, I like that last photo very much!
I'm there. I'm freaked out. I agree with Lana and Bernita, that last pic is cool. BTW, I hope the stuff I mailed to you is going to the right secret headquarters.
Oooh, this place looks very cool! I didn't picture houses like that in New Zealand -- but then again, whenever I think of New Zealand I immediately think of the little coastal houses from that movie "Whale Rider". :)
Mystery drafts and funhouse floors? I have those, too. Ah, the supposed charms of antiquated housing.
Good luck finding the towels.
Hi, folks! Only knee-deep in boxes now and not far from a new post.
The house in that last pic is in Niagara Falls somewhere, found it on a Googlesearch of 'Dracula's Castle'. This place isn't so bad, once you get used to the rattling chains and bleeding walls!
Now, if you'll all excuse me, the possessed staircase in the conservatory seems to hassling the cats again...
I figured out the other day that if I'd stayed in one place I probably could have written an extra 2-3 books in the time I've spent packing and unpacking boxes.
I'll have mail on the way, as well. As soon as this $^$$*^&*^ winter ends and I can get to the post office. Great photo of that misty mother fog. I think NZ is a good place to visit and never come back. You guys need a house boy. I could pretend to be Cuban and you could call me Nestor.
LOL. Poor Steve. Now, if you hear "GET OUT" coming from the walls and not the Tiny Dynamo, don't be one of those stupid white people in movies who figure it's safe to stay. :)
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