Last day in the bunker; looking forward, looking back, looking side-ways

Today is my last day in "the bunker"—my lovely basement office in our Ontario home. I have another lovely office awaiting in Mexico, but this one is my favourite, and I always feel a little sad leaving. 

Eganville pic, at desk (smaller for web)

It's said that "home is where your books are," and that makes this place home: we've books everywhere here.

As soon as I finish this post, I will close the door on this office  until next spring. I've tidied it well this year. 

On the 1st of November, a little jet-lagged and travel weary, I will unpack my lovely office in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.  

SMA office

 As soon as I have my printer up and running, I will print out THE GAME OF HOPE (working title of The Next Novel). I've been thinking about it a lot and am ready to plunge into the next draft. 

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Other things going on: 

I've enrolled in Witches, Plagues, and War, a free on-line course in Historical Fiction, offered through  amazing Coursera.org. There are over 15,000 enrolled worldwide. Mind-boggling.

But the main thing is the quality: the  course is fantastic. I'm learning and loving it.

Check out all the other Coursera offerings: are they not amazing? I want to drop out and go to school! I want to work toward that long-ago impossible dream of getting a PhD in Comparative Lit!

Maybe when I'm 80 ...  

 

  • dougdela

    When I am out in the marsh gathering cranberries, I often watch the geese flying south with admiration and a light touch of resentment. It’s about knowing that it is a choice to stay behind through the grey months until true winter arrives and a reminder that even the birds have solved that issue.
    Once again, I have your model of enlightened relocation to remind me that there *are* alternatives. Post lots of pictures to remind us that warmth has not disappeared. Have a smooth transition and (maybe a productive) winter.