At the beginning of the month, Heather and I finally handed in our notice for our flat. We've been wanting to leave for a while now, thanks to issues with our boiler among other things (I might save those for a rant, when I'm in the mood). So we started flat hunting. We plan to stay in Leicester for the time being, despite talk of moving to Birmingham, which is Heather's home town and where all our friends are.
As I work at the University, I wanted to find somewhere close enough that I could still commute by bike. It's been the best thing for me since I started my internship last October, and isn't something I want to give up. But we saw a lovely place on the opposite side of the city. Downside for me was that it was a 4-mile commute. Throught the city. I'm not a huge fan of attempting to cycle my way through the city during rush hour, if I'm honest.
Then, as luck would have it, we went to view a flat up in Oadby; a rather posh area not far from where we live. Great for me as it's a straight run down London road to get to and from work, and for Heather, it's not that much further to work either. Even better, the flat is twice the size of ours, and a steal. So we've put down an offer, and it's been accepted. Just waiting for the references to clear now, but now comes the fun part (not): packing!
I suppose, as I started this blog technically to talk about my writing, I should at least mention something about it, right?
I've not gotten quite as much writing done in the past couple of weeks as I have wanted, but I'm now less than 2,000 words off of my current goal of 70,000. I think I'm starting to get a feel for my characters. Some are a little dull and in need of shaking up, others much more interesting to write. Senior Investigator North is interesting, probably because he's investigating all of the suspicious deaths, while there's another who's role isn't quite pivotal, but she is I feel, necessary nonetheless.
It still never ceases to surprise me how I'm still discovering the story as I'm writing it. I've had a particular issue in the novel for the past few months; an issue of chronology. Fortunately, in working on something related, certain intuitive leaps were made, and the problem is now solved.
I can now move on.
