I’m moving to Hell’s Kitchen in five hours. Over the years, my suitcases has grown to three… I blame books. And cute dresses.┬áThis is the seventh time I’ve moved in the past four years.

The pre-move part is always the ickest. Apartment finding, packing, transport sorting. All of these things are in order, Peanut is in tow – it’s go time.

It’s nice that my brain has been obsessed with novel lately. I like those phases of a piece, when it just doesn’t leave your head. Between book, move and work I’ve been a bit run down. Hopefully I can stay in one spot for twelve months. I can’t think of a better place to finish my next book than smack in the center guts of town.

Photos and stories to come.