The New House

When the roof starts leaking in multiple places, or the dwelling begins to sag just a little, that means it’s time to move. Those are the extreme hints that a new house is a necessity. There are other signs of course, just as there are in any other endeavor, whether relationship-wise, in business, etc. Shut off the lights and don’t look back, and maybe one day the good times which happened in the former residence will feel warm and fuzzy. But not on Moving Day.

I walked around the old website on Wix, shaking my head at the threadbare carpet, the bathroom light which never worked right, and I knew it was time to move on. I wanted track lighting, a cupboard, USB ports on every wall socket, and I wanted solar panels. I got everything I wanted here, at my new digs, marlonswritings.com.

Thanks to my friend and fellow Bumbershoots Writers Society member Cyndy Prasse-Miller for pouring the concrete, following my blueprint, and doing all of the painting. Shout-out to Latisha Franklin for making sure the hydraulic drill was located and delivered. Lol. The place looks wonderful.

My books are available for purchase here, and I can blog easily to this website. An events calendar, in case you want to run into me somewhere, plus the newsletter sign- up, and a bunch of other toys and gadgets which we’re going to have fun discovering.

So come on in, wipe your feet and make yourself comfortable. Check the place out
(especially the beautiful, wood-stained deck!), walk around, and I hope you have a
wonderful time. Oh, and come on back whenever you want. Tell your friends. Thanks in
advance.