On the road again...again.

So it's that time of year again where my partner and I throw a dart at a map and decide where we are going to spend the next few months.

This year, we turned up with:Thank you for the image, James Phelps and Wikimedia!

If only it were that romantic. The story is a long and painfully stressful one, but it looks like we're moving to Arizona. As luck would have it, we found a nice spot to settle down just north of the Grand Canyon while he continues to work on his thesis, and I slave away in the outdoors.

All right, so I've never been to a desert. I don't know how wonderful it's going to be, but the fact that the ONLY rooms for rent were in an obscure artist colony about an hour away from anything that resembles a city (and I use that term loosely, since that "city" didn't have anything for rent).

Life-changing moves aside, I haven't written a word in weeks. I don't have my computer during the week at work, and I tried hand-writing a story but the agony of cramping fingers was not worth the drivel I was producing.

So to re-motivate me, I've been listening to writing podcasts, looking at pretty cover art, and hoping one day to find the inspiration to write something that will deserve such hunky heroes and pretty font with my name on it!