Back in Business

After some technical difficulties (I am not tech savvy in the LEAST), I think I have this site working again.

Current post flood situation: Both Jason and I had our cars totaled by the insurance companies. I’ve already replaced Old Blue. I haven’t decided on a name yet. Old Blue was a reference to what Ralphie in “A Christmas Story” called the rifle he wanted. I’m thinking Stevie for Stevie Nicks, the White Witch. Or just the White Witch. What do y’all think?

Stevie

All my flood claims have been approved. I’m just waiting on the checks. Then I can get the AC and duct work replaced. And of course, the 80 degree weather is lingering.

But for the most part, we are back to “normal”. I’m working away on the second Cleaning Crew book. Working title Josh’s Story. (Original, I know). I am planning a Facebook book release party for January 3. The book release is January 1, but I’m thinking that won’t be a popular day for a party. Hahaha. At least one other Harlequin Superromance writer is going to join me, hopefully more, and we’ll have some fun prizes to give out.

Also starting to look at the live and in person book party. This will be later in January to give those who want to purchase a paperback copy of the book for signing time to order and receive it. Very early in planning stages, but contacting some businesses in the Avondale area where the book is set and several scenes take place.

I’ll be updating plans here and on my Facebook pages. Hope to “see” you at one or both of the parties!

Phase Two

I lived through Hurricane Hugo. And now, the 1000 year flooding of 2015. I know this: there are three phases to disaster recovery.

Phase one is the pull-together phase. Immediately after, neighbors, friends, the nation pull together to help each other.

Phase two is the OMG, I’m so sick and tired of all this differentness and want life to return to normal.

Phase three is the return to new normal. New because nothing is every really the same.

I’m at phase two. I’m tired of dealing with insurance people. I’m grateful I have all the insurance I need to cover the damage done.

But.

There’s always a ‘but’.  I have no AC and it’s the South and it’s still very warm. The humidity level is approximately 100% due to the flood water under my house. My car is dead.

My nice, neat, financially sound plans of two weeks ago are in shreds. Having a home on a tidal creek is no longer a bonus that will raise the value of my home, it’s a liability. Do I buy a new car and get into a payment or find a beater for what the insurance company gives me for my poor old Blue?

It will all work out in the end, but for now, I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m mourning the things lost. I’m beating myself up for mourning because others have lost more. I’m tired of being a grown up and having to talk to people. I’m an introvert. I want to crawl into my own brain and write. I don’t want to call people. I don’t want to smile and talk to insurance people.

I want my old life back.

But I know it’s gone and I have to adjust from here.

Annoying, but doable. I just have to keep moving forward.

 

Oh, The Tide is High

But we’re holding on. I was going to do a wonderful cover reveal post today. But Mother Nature decided to drop 20 or so inches of rain upon Charleston, SC. And since I live on a tidal creek, we have about oh, about three feet of water surrounding our house.

untitled (4)This was my backyard Saturday morning when I got home from working the night shift. No big deal. Creek has gotten up in the yard a couple of times since I’ve lived here.

untitled (5)This was my backyard Saturday afternoon when I woke up from my nap.

untitled (6)Yikes!!!

But then, the tide came in.

untitledSunday morning, the creek was playing with the second porch step. Our AC unit was underwater. But the water was still a few inches below the crawlspace vents.

Then the tide came back.

untitled (5)Now the water is all up in my grill and under the house. So far, no water is in house. We still have electricity. Low tide is coming. Next high tide is expected to crest a foot lower than this morning’s.

So. That’s where we are. Tomorrow if the water is down enough to drive the truck out, I will go to the hospital for my next three night shifts and just stay there until road is passable. Or I’ll wade out to the highway and have someone pick me up.

Stay dry my friends! Stay dry.