Life in Penticton

We arrived in Penticton on Wednesday, April 13th, 2016. We had been here many times before, visiting family, but never for more than a few days. Now, it is our new home.
Our daughter picked us up at the airport and drove us to our apartment. We'd seen the apartment before, but my husband didn't remember it at all. I had a vague idea of its layout, but it was still a bit of a mystery. Our youngest son had purchased the apartment several years before, with the idea of living in it weekdays to avoid commuting from their out-of-town home. It didn't work for them like that, mostly something to do with the dogs. So, they used it for occasional guests, and more recently rented it to their daughter while she studied and worked in town. However, when we told them we were selling our Vancouver house, suddenly this apartment became available. So now we rent it from our son.
Emily had no problem with the idea of returning to her parents' home while she continued her job and studies.
So, here we are. We downsized from a 3-story house to an apartment roughly the same square footage as the basement in the Vancouver house. We've now been here a little more than seven weeks, and still have boxes to unpack and things to find places for. It's a challenge but we couldn't be happier.
As for my writing, there's a wonderful place called Cowork, a place where I rent a desk for 8 days a month, 9am to 5pm., with free Tuesday afternoons. It's wonderful. Quiet. No one bothers me. Just me and my computer for hours and hours. I've finished the 100 pages the agent asked for, and am about 50 odd pages into the second half of the book. I want to finish it all before I send the requested pages to the agent. I want to be able to send her the whole thing immediately if she should ask for it. I can only hope.
Cowork is a bit of a distance from the apartment, but I walk to and from most days, about 45 minutes each way. There is a bus that can take me most of the way if I'm feeling lazy. And I have used that a few times, going. But I always walk home. No--once I caught the bus and took it the long way, just for the ride.
Buses run only once an hour, so it's catch it now or wait an hour or walk. So I usually walk.Gives me lots of time to think and prepare for what I'll write when I get in front of the computer.

time flies! December already

For a while, I was doing so well! Posting with a degree of regularity. Then, somehow, that stopped. I won't try to catch up September, October, November and December. One third of the year! What I will do is tell you that I have been writing. I've changed viewpoints a couple of times, and format, and of course even the title. The story remains the same. It's the contemporary young adult mystery, now called House of Secrets. I pitched the story to an agent at the Surrey International Writers' Convention in October, and she has asked for 100 pages and a synopsis. She also wanted me to raise the protagonist's age from 13 to 16. Makes sense, of course, but also requires some rethinking of parts of the story. That's okay. But it's keeping me busy. Especially since I sort of suggested she could have the 100 pages and synopsis by the end of the year. Um, that's about two weeks.
Oh, and in addition, my husband's physical condition has deteriorated to such a point that we are compelled to sell our house and move. The real estate agent wants to show the house in mid-January. We've lived here for 44 years (as of the Ides of March), and ... well, you figure it out!
Blogging has not been #1 on my to do list.
Also, I'm trying to keep up with my Franciscan obligations!