Alright, our hut is a little nicer.
At least we have a front door.
Yes, while I was at school my family moved. They packed up all my things and put them into storage and, until our house, is ready I and my family are living in five-hundred square feet of country charm.
I am thinking of this as a kind of job-shadowing. Oh, should I ever choose to write a garret, this is what it will feel like.
We have a little front room, a little back room (we have divided the twain with a decorative curtain to give the feeling of 'roomness'), a little bathroom, and an itty bitty kitchen. Luckily, we do have a full size refrigerator or there would be more starving than there currently is.
My recommendation to all those writers currently considering noble starvation in garrets is that they do not attempt to bring more than ONE, very quiet, very small (or very accommodating), person to live with you in your garret.
Alright, a hut.
However, in the spirit of the holiday, I have to say that the hut is really very cozy and the heater works and I'm not starving, there's a rose bush in the back garden, and, though they are sort of filling up any excess space, it is worth any spacial inconvenience to have my wonderful family in the hut with me.
Happy Thanksgiving from the Hut!
Don't forget Save-a-Word Saturday!
This week's theme is, of course, Thanksgiving.
And one more hut for good measure:
|A hill hut.|
I always knew it was true.