I’ve been struggling to write. There has just been too much. I made a lot of long term plans, have made a lot of promises of what’s to come.

And then, when I got the land, I started posting sporadically, randomly. Which is not very out of character, but I know you probably want more.

The truth is, there is just a lot to think about, compute, and figure out. And also, just a lot of minutia not worth writing about, or which I can’t really write about while it’s happening.

Also…things are moving fast, thanks to my very nosy, very neighborly neighbors. I love them, they are a tremendous blessing, and I don’t even know what to do with them. But one of them is digging a whole on my back yard to put a new shed in while I write this.

I started a new job. I’m consumed with getting better shoes. It’s just…a lot.

But the writing and the making and the creating is supposed to be the point. I know that. I hate leaving you all hanging and feeling like I’m not delivering.

Charging devices is constantly on my mind. Getting better generators, hot water heaters, shelter is all I can really think about. These are all worthy of blogs, for sure. But there is just an awful lot of doing, and not much contemplating

Which is great! For a long time it was too much contemplating and not enough doing. I always have to run from one extreme to another before I find a balance.

And there will be so much to write. Honestly, right now, there is too much, and that’s what’s crippling me. Soon, though, I feel the important themes will make themselves apparent.

In the mean time, where am I at, and what’s on the horizon?

I believe by the spring, I will have a workshop, a guestroom/dressing room, and a greenhouse/mini theatre completed. I’m hoping at that point to break ground on the main house. The workshop is already mostly completed, and the guestroom is already in the process of being built.

I am lacking wheels and a good generator and hot water heater. I’ll be resuming fundraising efforts soon (giving us both a break right now), so people can clearly see what a project like this costs, so it can be replicated later for someone else.

But the progress is incredible. I know this was meant to be. And the landscape lends itself to so many projects I don’t know where to begin. But when I go around these winding, foggy, mystical roads, I see everything from Zardoz to Hitchcock to dirty romance novels on the beach. I see A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and The Skin of Our Teeth and the dreamiest of pornography. Everything here is handmade, everything is spectacular, everything is brutal, everything is beautiful.

So, I’m mostly digesting.

But I haven’t forgotten what I’m here for, and I haven’t forgotten you, either.

Thank you for being patient and bearing with me. This is all big and huge and also, for the moment, too boring to write, for all the minutia and repetition.

But with perspective, there will be so much to say.

Soon.

Soon.