Still alive. Still looking. I have discovered one benefit of visiting so many apartment complexes is that the sales agents there seem to believe that plates of chocolate chip cookies will greatly increase their chances of securing a lease. While I do appreciate the homey touch, plus the constant source of sugar, I’m unsure if a cookie is going to tip my mind over the edge of a renting decision.
What if I promise to not eat any of the cookies, and you subtract the cost of their baking from the rent? Sound good?
Finding a home is such a tricky thing. What amenities are a must-have? What can be done without? And why, in such a dog-loving state as Colorado, do all the apartments have some frustrating, sometimes inane restrictions on pets?
Anyone have some insights?
Writing is still going on; rather well, actually, with all the other running around. Not sure exactly where I am in the word count, but got past a few shaky scenes (which will no doubt require large revisions after the first draft) and am bumbling onwards to what I hope to be an exciting climax. A few partials floating in the submission void, and I’m waiting until we actually have a permanent address before sending anything else out.
I see that smile.