Settled in.


After a few years of drifting lazily from address to address, I have
finally landed somewhere with no tenants or parents (Although the
parents were wonderful, it’s probably best for their life span
(stress, I understand, impacts that sort of thing) if I maintain my
own residence. It’s also best for my tenants that I live elsewhere,
but that’s for different reasons.) About the mortgage process:
remember that as a freelancer my income is slightly harder to justify
and makes the process only slightly more painful than a root canal…
without the assistance of those pesky modern inventions like novocain
or sharp knives. If you’ve never gone through the process of getting
a mortgage, don’t be scared. You just feel a slight cramping
sensation while they remove several non-essential organs (I mean,
what are the odds I’ll need BOTH kidneys, right?), sign a few things
in blood, and participate in a few rituals involving goat’s blood and
a chicken, and it’s all done.

And, a few refinished floors later, here I sit- with full internet
capabilities once again, running water (indoors, no less!), and

Here’s my new address:

767 21st Avenue South
St. Petersburg, FL 333705

Thanks to my aversion to anything I can’t take with me, I still have
the same cell phone number and e-mail.

To all of you who withstood my mood the past few months, you have my
eternal gratitude.
To the rest… just be glad you missed it. I’m settled now, so work
and life should return to something a bit more even-keeled.


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I write. I take pictures. I love my dog. I love Florida. My 2016 book, 'Backroads of Paradise' did really well for the publisher and now I feel a ridiculous amount of pressure to finish the second book.