Home at long last...

I have returned to my humble, delapitated home to find it warm. Bryce replaced my furnace and I have never been so happy. It had been a very cold last week indeed.

I was glad that I had the chance to get away for a while. But even as I write that I wonder what exactly it was that I had planned on getting away from in the first place. It is not as though I had a great deal of stress on me, oh right. I had no heat. I had intended to go without communication because I thought that could be done, but I found that nearly impossible. I can see why it is so easy for people to have cabin fever. I simply do not know how I would have survived with my sanity intact for any longer. The bottles of white wine certainly helped...

And now I am home. I had a most pleasant encounter with my neighbor Sadie today. She stopped over to see how my new furnace was doing and I invited her in for a while. Every time I see her, I enjoy her company more and more. She is quite unlike any other person I have ever met. Her sense of style is nothing short of original and fun, and she always has the cutest stories about the patients that she tends to (she works in an elderly care facility). I really hope to see more of her in the future.

I decided tonight to set down to the task at hand...my novel. I have been putting a great deal of thought into how to approach my main character Anastasia. I feel like I always want to put a little bit of myself into my characters, and I feel the same way about her, but more so. The more I think about her and plan out her adventures, the more I like her. It really is such a shame that she is going to be put through such a difficult life for most of my novel, but I feel like it will do her some good. I have begun to start forming her love interest in my head. Adam. Medium height, dark and very handsome. Charming, but strange. Definitely an odd man. He is after all, going to be her downfall. 

I find writing to be the most pleasurable thing I can possibly do. I am very grateful that my father was able to distill the joy of writing in me as a child. I remember sitting on his lap and having him read to me in front of the fire. Most times we would only read the first few pages of a book, then spend hours making up the rest of the story. I miss him a lot, I should really call home soon.....