EJ Ruek’s The Grimace and The Giggle

Moving, I’ve discovered, is tough on writers and their novels — at least on this writer, anyway. Finding the rhythm, getting back into the routine, and finding “the zone,” is difficult in a fresh, new environment, especially since we’ve still not got a solid household routine.
I’m finding it terribly difficult to return to work-in-progress [...]

We are moved.  Including animals, plants (the whole garden), furniture, et cetera.  We’re still having DSL problems.  Sometimes it’s there; sometimes it’s not there, at all.  It’s no fun.  And Verizon has even sent in the “big guns” to try to troubleshoot it.  It’s a gremlin, I’m sure, because it just keeps doing strange anomalies [...]

I’ll be offline for a week, starting May 12. We’re — family and I — are moving to a new home.

I have written…or, more accurately, am writing one book in first person. The only reason that book is being written in first person is that, when I try to change it to my favored third person point-of-view, it loses its snap. Somehow, “The fumes he exuded made my eyes water” has more zing [...]

no, I didn’t get eaten by my novel