Wednesday 22 July 2015


About four months ago, our family decided to move from our home in Southern Alberta to an island in British Columbia.  It's been a whirlwind of selling our home, packing moving out, saying goodbye and emotional ups and downs since then.  Not to mention, I've had to pack up my computer and sell my oversized desk.  It's a small thing in the scope of everything, but moving certainly has its affects on the ability to write.
This is a weird picture.  I don't know how it happened, but it's our sold sign in front of the old house.
We will be downsizing on the island and so we tried to sell off as much as we could.  My husband gave me my desk as a Christmas present the first year we were married.  The plan was that I would make a living of my writing and so I used the last of my savings to buy a brand new computer before we married.  I had already started my first novel and I had hopes that I would sell it within the first year of marriage.  Eighteen years later, I've acquired a teaching degree and self-published my novels -- not that first one, mind you.  It was rubbish!  

So, I posted my big desk on a local Facebook page and sold it to a lovely family for $40.  Here's a picture of the desk in our old house -- my office space for the past six years.  It was certainly a productive time.  I published eight books in those six years, thanks to createspace.

Packing up my computer was difficult.  Our house sold quickly, which was a blessing, but it means our household items will be in storage for about two months.  I left my computer until the last moment and now I am sharing a laptop with my husband.  I wondered how it would go and honestly, I was way too tired the first week after we moved out of our house to even attempt writing more than an email.  We are house-sitting for friends while we wait to move out and early on, my hubby said "I wonder where you will write in this house?"

I tried the kitchen table and a desk in their basement, but found they were a bit too high to type without hurting my wrists.  Then I tried their daughters smaller desk and found it was just right.  (This is starting to sound like Goldilocks.)  

Goldilocks by Carol Lawson

It's an older, smaller desk than the one I've been using, but  it's the right height.  I'm actually wishing I could steal it because it has three drawers.  My old desk had no drawers and I always missed these handy hiding places.  

We are leaving this great house tomorrow to live with my parents in the Rocky Mountains before we head out to B.C.  I look forward to seeing how writing will work out in the next phase of our transition.  I'll keep you posted!


  1. I hope you keep blogging when you move so we can follow all your island adventures!

    I can't even imagine how stressful this all is, but you guys have been keeping it together amazingly well. I think I would have been a ball of nerves!

  2. I know I will miss you and our monthly get- togethers. It's a wonderful new adventure you embark on, I can't wait to read about it. Thank goodness we can still connect through social media. I wish you well, my friend.