Other than a couple of industry-related posts, I’ve mostly vanished from the blogosphere. Carrierubin.com is now more a website than a blog—different landing page, comments turned off, etc. But in case you’re wondering what I’ve been up to (like you might wonder what lint’s been up to), here it is in a bulleted nutshell. Because, you know, we INTJs like our bulleted nutshells.
An introvert’s summer
- The Rubin clan is downsizing—switching from house to condo and purging themselves of a lifetime of accumulations. But while it’s exciting, it’s also bittersweet. After all, our house is where we raised our munchkins.
While it might make sense to wait until youngest son is in college, here are the reasons we’re not:
—The market is great right now, and our house might not have sold so easily a few years down the road.
—We don’t want to go through this mind-numbing stress when we’re 70.
—A smaller place means no room for adult children to move back to. (Okay, I’m kidding. Well, sort of. Not really.)
- I’m querying agents for my third thriller and wrinkling in real time as I wait.
- In between house-selling and packing, I’ve only managed a bulleted outline of my fourth novel (hehe, more bullets). But now I’ll start expanding the 48 scenes, and slowly but surely a first draft will take form.
- I’m chuckling and grinning as my second book settles into Amazon obscurity. (Okay, I’m kidding. Barely a snicker. It sucks.)
- While my sons have moved well past the poo- and male-anatomy-jokes stage, they continue to pummel me with philosophical zingers. For example:
—High school son, catching me watching a cat video on Twitter: “Oh dear God, what are you doing with your life?”
—College son, interrupting my packing: “Who would you rather fight? One LeBron James-sized duck or 23 duck-sized LeBron James-es?”
And you want to know the worst part? I actually pondered both questions.
Hope everyone is well out there. I enjoy popping by your sites when I can. Have a wonderful September!
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