Simple Things Thursday – The Lee Pace Problem

It is said simplest things bring happiness, passion, and meaning into one’s life. The actor Lee Pace has become a source of happiness in recent weeks. Normally, I am not one of the folks to be given to obsession or ‘fangirling’ over an actor. I do have favorites but my favoritism has never been like this. I barely recognize myself anymore. This lack of recognition proves to be blog worthy. So new, so happy… so happy…

As I’m behind the times (so to speak), I was first introduced to the work of Lee Pace in the The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies in December 2014. I appreciated his character, Thranduil, more than the actor. My current laptop – acquired in early 2015 – is named Thranduil and the background photo is of Lee Pace as Thranduil. (This has been the previous extent of my ‘fangirling’.) Never gave this much thought until 2 weeks ago when I watched The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey for the first time. I was horribly disappointed that there wasn’t more Thranduil in the film so I promptly checked out the rest of The Hobbit films from my library.

In The Desolation of Smaug and The Battle of the Five Armies, I found myself enamored with Lee Pace, not just the character he portrayed. From there, I watched – in rapid succession – Wonderfalls, Pushing Daisies, The Fall, Possession, Guardians of the Galaxy, Soldier’s Girl, Season 1 of Halt and Catch Fire, and (endured) The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2. All but three of the remaining films he’s been in, and Season 2 of Halt and Catch Fire, have been located and will be here tomorrow for my viewing pleasure.

It is the acquisition of the remaining films and tolerance for films I didn’t like much – Lee Pace being their only bright spot – which told me I had a problem never experienced before. I have never understood people’s desire to go to Cons, write fanfic, create websites in homage, collect images of their interest, view every show or movie an actor/actress has been in, etc. I understand better now. It disturbs me that I understand. No longer recognize myself especially after the poetry incident. Yes, there are poems where Lee Pace has served as inspiration. *hangs head in shame* So embarrassed I am but it is futile to deny it. Nor can I deny that I’ve spent time with image searches…

Knowledge escapes me as to why I have developed this (unfamiliar) obsession. I’m enjoying it despite my confusion as to what I have become. This enjoyment, this happiness is so simple, pure, and perfect. I worry I will destroy it but I’m determined to leave it be and go on basking.

Lee Pace

Simple Things Thursday – Establishing Normalcy

A week and a half ago, I began moving into my new place even though it wasn’t done yet. This past weekend, things were finished up and should have been completely done, but the stove started shooting out sparks. The sparks started a small fire. Queue the need for new stove which should be arriving today. For all intents and purposes, I live in my new place full-time now. Anubis, the feline overlord, arrived here on Sunday much to his terror. He’s slowly getting use to the noises and quirks of this place.

I may not have a functional kitchen yet but I have the rest of the basics.

After two years of living with other people and one year without my feline overlord, it is very strange for it to just be the two of us.

After two years of having 80% of everything I own in boxes, it is strange to unpack. The process reminds me of unearthing unknown treasures.

I am grateful the rehab process on the new place is done. I am grateful that I have been able to move in this month, and move in at my own pace. I had hoped to move in October but it was beginning to look like December for such. More than happy to split the difference in the end.

Since moving in, I’ve experience one blizzard that was to be a trace of snow, and another blizzard which turned out to be nothing but really strong winds with very cold temperatures. Very grateful, however, for the warm weather during the days of home rehab and repair.

Once I finish settling in this week (next week?), things will be start getting back to normal on this blog. I did think I had set up Poetry Wednesday for the month of November. Alas, I did not. Oh well. It is NaNoWriMo after all which – by some miracle – I have managed to keep up with despite all the rehab, repair, and moving chaos.

Eve of NaNoWriMo 2014

NaNo-Participant-2014It is time for National Novel Writing Month once more. November is gearing up to be great with a lot of write-ins – one every day! Never have I been so excited for write-ins before.

In preparation of this year, I went through the first draft of Reaper’s Moon and pulled all the ‘weak’ areas so I can rework them. Determined to get a solidly finished draft done for Reaper’s Moon. I plan to also complete Elysian & Ether and Nightmares & Nevermore so I can get started on Passion & Prudence. If time/creative energy allows, there are several other novels in progress that would like my attention & affection.

This past year has been really tough on my creative process. I hope NaNoWriMo will help give me that ‘kick in the ass’ I need to get writing done.

There will be no Free Kindle download or Poetry Wednesday for the month of November. Those features will return in December along with the release of Russian Hymns. The Kindle version of Russian Hymns is available for pre-order.

Pre-NaNoWriMo Stats

Reaper’s Moon: One half is done, one half to rework/rewrite {sad panda face}
Elysian & Ether: 63/100
Nightmares & Nevermore: 65/100
Passion & Prudence: 0/100

NaNoWriMo 2014 will bring a major change to my day-to-day as part of reclaiming my creativity through health. Oh, I’ve had a lot of starts and stops in regards to becoming healthier. Unfortunately, things have gotten to the point where I am nearly crippled from pain. Back in October, I gave up wheat and sugar for a few days before caving in to my addictions. This ‘caving’ has made the pain even worse. Clearly, wheat and sugar are definitely not for me but I am horribly addicted. November 1st is the start of a program that claims it can kick such an addiction. It has a 3 day jump start where I eat every 2 hours in order to balance blood sugar and reduce cravings. I plan to do this jump start for 5 days to err on the side of caution. I really do not want to fail again. I am really sick and tired of being pained and tired all the time. I’m into this change-for-the-better with a lot of planning. I have 80% of my meals for November planned out. I’m happy there is a write-in nearly every day to avoid the toxic influences lurking around my mom and her house. I spent yesterday and today making grain-free snacks and prepping (travel friendly) meals for the next few days. After the 5 day jump start, I start alkalizing supplements and re-introduce exercise.

I am certain my NaNoWriMo 2014 blog posts will contain a bit about this change to help hold me accountable.

On the note of addiction and toxicity, there will be no spending in November beyond groceries, gas for Luna (my car), and a set amount for a caffeine-free sugar-free beverage at coffee shops ($2 max per coffee shop visit). Living with a hoarder has been heavily coloring my spending habits lately and it isn’t for the better. I had worked so hard to declutter and simplify yet it seems for nothing right now.

Yes, NaNoWriMo 2014 is for reviving my lagging creative process but it also serves as a distraction to, I hope, keep me from paying attention to the screams of dying addictions.

To Dwell or Not to Dwell

I continue to be optimistic about the potential of having my own home by the end of September. So little time until then but I remain vigilant to my goal. It hasn’t been easy. Listings are slim pickings. What homes are listed are incredibly overpriced for the amount of work they need. Sure I could pick up a house in my ideal price range but that $40,000 worth of work it needs to be habitable is entirely unrealistic.

The Realtor promised to keep an idea out for more listings, and to visit any I sent to him that seem viable. I sent him listings and never heard from him. Tuesday, I was at the end of my rope with the situation. Why doesn’t he respond back? I know he got my email. Does he still not take me seriously even though he knows that future house purchases, by way of my mom, could be possible?

I contemplated contacting yet another Realtor (the 5th) but there’s no guarantees that they would take my housing requirements seriously.

Yesterday, my Realtor sent me an email (finally!) asking if this one listing was in my budget. In theory it is but it is also 40% larger in square footage than what I was looking for. I wanted around 600 square feet. It is 1012 square feet. It is slightly more than my mom’s suggested budget. Being that my mom’s budget makes me nervous, I am nervous about this one too.

Despite my reservations towards it, I requested more information and photos. From the ten photos on the listing, it appeared to be in vastly better shape than any of the 8 I looked at in August and the 20 other listings I sent the Realtor since then. The only thing it appears to need are kitchen appliances which is reasonable. If I shop right, I can take care of that for $2,000 or less. Of course, it needs a fresh coat of interior paint. The previous owners were big into nearly neon shades of yellow, pink, purple, and green. For minor repairs, I am willing to consider a slightly more expensive and larger house given the other options out there.

My main issues now are: Will the Realtor drag his feet on getting me the information? Will those providing the cash up front, until a loan can be obtained, drag their feet/demand I look at bigger houses? Will the house be sold before I even get a chance to give it a fair consideration?

The houses, except for those needing $40,000 or more worth of work, are selling very quickly right now.

It has been almost a year since the flood. I have lived with others and chaos for far too long. Something needs to work out for the better here. I am try not to dwell on the matter and just go about the day to day. Yet my optimism is fleeting…

Little Homes, You Torment Me So

The land/house search has not gone well. I found a little plot of land at a tolerable price. Finally figured out who to speak with about what could be placed on land. From there, I witnessed my hopes go up in smoke. No tiny homes, no homes under 750 square feet, and no manufactured or modular homes. These restrictions quickly put the housing potential into a price range I could not afford.

I then expanded my search (and my budget) and ended up in a decently sized town 22 miles north of the land. I found several homes under 900 square feet within my budget. My mom pestered me to expand my budget higher citing that we could always give a lower bid. I did although I thought she was playing a dangerous game. Her idea of max budget is twice what my max budget is. This price increase led to a few more homes yet they seemed like they were in worse shape than the cheaper homes.

Finding a realtor to show me these listings was an issue. I emailed two and never heard anything. Called another who came highly recommended by folks I knew in this town. She did not return my call until August 17th which was too late. I eventually called a real estate office and they connected me to an agent who was there in the office. He was clearly a little nonplussed by my budget and requirements given the tone of his voice. Nevertheless, he promised to show me my listings and some others he’d pull on August 19th.

On August 18th, my mom, my maternal grandmother (who’s visiting from Ohio), and I headed down to the town. It is a 3 hour drive from my mom’s house. We passed through the town to the one I had found land in. For a district boasting a lot of stuff, it had nothing except a lot of fantastically wonderful A-frame houses at prices 10 times more than my budget. If I had the money to build my own small home, it would be an A-frame. Was sort of glad that my idea with the land fizzled so spectacularly though. We went up in the mountains near there to visit Bishop’s Castle. A castle being hand-built outside of San Isabel National Forest. What was built was quite lovely although, for those afraid of heights like myself, it was also very terrifying to tour.

Stayed the night in the town with the houses. Our hotel was only two blocks from the real estate office which was really nice as my mom kept getting lost driving through the town to the hotel. Met up with the realtor at 9am and quickly realized that he did not pull any additional listings. To make matters worse, he did not book the showings until the night before/that morning so some of the listings I had pulled were unable to allow showings. He really did not take me seriously.

The most expensive listing ended up being the worst house. Its floor was caving in, and its entire interior & exterior needed to be redone. The cheapest listing was actually two 576 square foot houses. One of the houses was not considered habitable (no bathroom or kitchen), and had been used as a painting studio if the multicolored paint splatters everywhere are any indication. The interior of the habitable house needed work. The kitchen and ceiling were in horrid shape. The bathroom was badly designed and needed help. The worst thing about both houses, though, were the crappy additions. The houses would have been ‘perfect’ otherwise. Sadly, the amount of repairs they need pushes them well out of my budget and my mom’s “budget”.

My mom and my realtor ended up betraying me though. The realtor found out my mom was considering buying several rental properties once I was established there which meant he no longer had any interest in me, and started kissing her ass. My mom betrayed me because she knew that I wanted a small house yet she later informed me that I could not have a house that small. If I wanted financial help in getting a house, I would have to get one that met her standards for a future rental property/one that had high resale potential. This means a home bigger than 1200 square feet with three bedrooms and two baths. A thousand gallons of NO. Nevertheless, by the time we made it back to her house, I was pissed as hell.

The realtor told my mom that he would scope out other listings for us and let us know if we should come back down again to look at houses. I sent him more listings in my size and price range yesterday. Will not let others’ disregard for my needs deter me from having my ideal home.

After all these years, I have the right to be selfish and put my needs first.

I’ve been dreaming of those two 576 square foot homes. I really wish I had the money to obtain them and fix them up. They are from the late 1800s, and it is so sad to see adorable old homes get disgraced. I do not need two homes but I figure the other one could be finished out then rented. There is an university and several colleges in the town so rentals are a very good thing.

I really wanted to move by the end of September, and have a home setup by the end of October so I could spend all of November writing. I see this want/hope/dream getting more translucent and tarnished as the days go by. Trying really hard to be optimistic. Just incredibly challenging when faced with the reality of my housing prospects. Hoping for a decently sized sum of money (~$50,000) to come my way so I can buy and repair that duo of small houses.