Down. To November. To the official start of National Nobel Writing Month and my next Louiston installment.

This morning, I strolled around my kitchen thinking about the title. Ten months ago, I came up with the sequel’s title. But now that I have Homeleaving, that is my new working title.

I have been mentally walking down Main Street again. Past the former Apple Orchard Bistro which is now The Bear Box Diner. Daphne’s in the back, rolling out pastry. She wants to make pinwheel pastries tomorrow. Maybe, she’ll add in whorls of cinnamon apples that were cooked in brown sugar and bourbon?

Hattie’s busy. Every time I try to chat with her, she brushes me off. With it being fall, she’s watching bird migrations. Plus, she’s worried that I’ll poke into her relationship with Dakota which is actually going really well.

But.

Yeah. There’s always a comma but. Matt is thinking about growing up and becoming an adult with an adult house. So Dakota is wondering what might be his next best logical step. And whoever said that love is logical needs to be catapulted off the planet.

Oh. That’s right. No one did. Oops.

Meanwhile, just down Main Street and left onto Chestnut Hill Rd is a four bedroom house squash filled with a four-child family and a mom who works from home. Only she’s regretting working from home because it means she doesn’t get a break from watching chores pile up. Bridget thought she could be the multi-tasking mom like Daphne. Apparently Bridget forgot about the absolute handful that Steven and Hattie brought into the family.

Bridget’s big plans are screeching into a standstill. And it might be because they weren’t her plans to begin with. Or maybe because she forgot that big plans take more than one person for them to be accomplished.

Plans. Big plans are unfolding in Louiston. And I get to be the person who chronicles everything. WOOT!