I have officially moved into the 1973 Sport King motorhome parked in my parent’s driveway. I think it is nice and cozy. Tom is with me too. He likes being King again. Although, he will still have to go inside to play with the other kitties. We have electricity, Internet, but no cable or water as of yet. Not that we need it. The house is a scant thirty feet from our front door. I just wanted some private space. Not too private, but more so than sleeping in my nephew Jacob’s bed (plastic sheet included!) while he spends the night “camping” in his kid-sized tent next to the bed. Also, I am not too fond of the Cars sheets and Nascar Christmas lights strung across the room.

I am seriously thinking about making a motorhome version of Cribs for YouTube. I think it would be hilarious if someone else were to make it, I am just not certain that my comic abilities, or lack there of, could hack it on YouTube.

I am really hoping that the little hunk of Heaven out here in the mororhome will help me write more. I am really looking forward to writing, if I could just get started!

I am procrastinating. Just like I shouldn’t be. So hard to break the habbit. I have so much that I want to write about, but just can’t seem to do so. I want to write about the last two years. I would read a book written about such an adventure.

I just climbed into the bed on the “second floor” of the motorhome. Not too much headroom. I can lounge and kind of sit up to type, but that is about it. I think that the bed will be comfy. Tom seems to like it.

Back to the writing. I don’t know how I should start. I have an outline of all of my adventures, well the first part of them anyway, in a folder somewhere. Should I start with an outline, or just start typing? I don’t know which way would work the best. I will look at the outline tomorrow and see how that goes.

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