Here’s what I said on Facebook:
‘After being promised a house for my family to settle in for a few years, moving 3.5 rooms full of our things, painting one bedroom my youngest’s favorite color, buying more paint for the place, moving garden equipment and outdoor furniture, changing my address with my agent and one publisher, paying a half month’s rent so the girls and I could move into our new place on tax day, the ‘landlord’ changed her mind and we now have no place to live.’
Now I will say more to my friends.
I cannot tell you how disappointed we all are. How could this woman do this? It feels very personal, but I know really, she is thinking only of herself, not of us at all.
Here is part of what is so hard–Carolina, Cait and I did all this moving almost entirely out of my Kia.
I am so tired.
We are so tired.
I have a possible place or two, but will you all please keep the Williams Girls in your prayers?
The home we are in now has nearly choked us to death with expenses and our current landlord (who is a good landlord) can’t understand how bad it has been. We must get out.
If I had the energy, I would cry, really cry, but it has been months since I have been able to bawl for myself.
So there it is.
Maybe this is meant to humble me.
Have me beg for help, something I am almost unwilling to do.
But to think of removing all that stuff . . .
So what about you? Did you do your writing? Did you accomplish your goals? I need to hear good things! Tell me all!
And Ann Dee, have that baby!