As you can imagine that's both exciting and, literally, unsettling. There are so many little details to attend to, but they aren't a huge hurdle. The majority of people never emigrate from their home country. Most never seriously consider it. Some of us take it in our stride. I call it the nomadic gene.
British people seem to have that gene quite strongly, and Americans not much at all. At first glance the explanation could be that in a nation of mostly immigrants, like America, Canada, Australia etc once people are settled, they're happy to stay that way. Do you think that's true? It might be logical to think of it the other way around — that people who left a homeland already had a bit of the nomad in them.
I'm not sure it works the other way around. The people of most European countries don't seem to feel the same drive to head around the world just because. Mind you, I found this caricature on Allposters.com.
It's called "Place! Place!, Caricature of the Returning Emigrants, 1815." Clearly a different kind of immigrant — the pre-revolution exiled aristocracy returning to France after the fall of Napoleon and the restoration of the Bourbons.
Many people through history have been forced to leave their native lands, of course.
Have you ever thought about emigration? If you think you'd like to try it, where would you go? Are you an emigrant? What are your feelings about it?
On writing, I have long realized that one of my themes in my books is the need for a home. In some books it's explicit, but it's there in all of them. My happy ending requires a really good home. I remember reading a friend's book, and it was wonderful until the end, where they basically wandered off to find a place. I wailed at her, "That's so sad!" She was bemused. "But they have each other. They'll be fine."
"No, no, no," I complained. "I need to see it. I need it fixed and believable. Each other, AND the right home for their happy future. Preferably with the right community around them as well. And if possible, that it's very likely they'll stay there."
Do you share this need for a home for the "happy ending" or are you okay with the happy together couples sailing away, or heading west on a wagon train, or taking a spaceship to the stars?
Recognizing my focus on homes showed that being a nomad can leave dislocations, and that a bit of me was not entirely at home, which was the beginning on this idea of "going home." And after all, if home isn't there, we can come back to Canada, or go elsewhere.
I have a couple of writing things to clear away before we go for our try-out month. One was the proposal for my next book, tentatively titled The Secret Duke, sent off a few days ago. I'll be talking more about that, and the title, in time.
The other is finishing a grail novella for A Chalice of Roses, the next project by the "Faery Four" — me, Mary Jo, Karen Harbaugh and Barbara Samuels. Did I mention that Barbara has a new book out under the writing name Barbara O'Neal? The Lost Recipe for Happiness (recipes included) is flying off shelves. Check out her web site.
Once that's done, I can head of for a month on the Devon coast with nothing hanging over my head but the final decision. I will be working there, though, because we want to act as if we're living there, not just on holiday.
Here's where we'll be staying
which is more or less in the picture, with the small town of Dawlish in the distance. Amusingly, the best pictures of this area come from train buffs, because a railway line runs along the coast, as seen here. It's a regular working train line, but also a very scenic one.
(Picture source Geoff Sheppard, Creative Commons.)
Oh, and I'm beginning promo for The Secret Wedding, of course. As always with books, most of it is out of my hands, but I like to keep my readers informed. I've come up with a one-liner for it. "Getting married is just the beginning of their problems."
Happy February! Spring is getting closer all the time. I saw snowdrops here yesterday.