Move is paused cult collective. FollowMeToNYC headquarters will not relocate until September, which means the puppies’s arrival is also postponed.

Not talking about that one. Unfortunately, my wanky landlord seems to have forgotten every syllable spoken between us.

So the move is paused. Puppies are resting up another eight weeks before their journey across international waters.

Usually, these are the bits of life that make me want to break things. However I must say, upon the arrival of Mr. Tim, my husband of 53 days now – a reinvented calmness is learning me a thing or two. I don’t really want to break things anymore.

I sort of just want to spend every single second knocking about with him.

Yesterday was the first day I’ve had off from a day job in nine months. About five of my past nine months were essentially MessVille.

When I found myself panting Sunday evening, I knew I needed a break.

I’m going to write books this week amongst a report and a few letters. Something about Tim furthermore has me actually desiring to finish novel number one.

Something about knowing who my first novel will be dedicated to is oddly soothing. It makes the ride toward completion much more magnificent – even when I am hissing at files and leering at keys.