Moving Fairies

The past 6 months have been chaotic, to say the least. But for the last two, I’ve taken moving paralysis to a whole new level. And that is not a good thing. Especially not for a writer and artist.

I have been cowering behind a tower of moving boxes and hoping that the day I finally get the courage to peek out, I will find that the moving fairies have cleaned, unpacked and organized my apartment for me. And extra bonus if they’ve sorted and shredded the obsolete documents from my past lives.

Thinking of firing the moving fairies

Thinking of firing the moving fairies

Well, I peeked out this morning and guess what! Those irresponsible little bastards have been flitting about and got nothing done! I’m going to talk to them and see what they have to say for themselves. The least they could do is unearth my sewing notions and art supplies so I can get some work done.

I’ll keep you posted. I might have to call in the unicorns.

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