Empty Rooms

Working with the id these days. I've reached 60 pages single spaced in the first draft of the novel and realized that my main character, who has moved into her dead mother's apartment and who is trying to deal with her estate, has yet to figure out the apartment building which her mother had owned. Someone has painted 'Whore' in big red letters across her front door, and (even though she once was) she doesn't want this town to know and doesn't really think anyone in the town does know, she's decided perhaps it was done by a crazy person that lives in the building or some crazy ex-tenant. So she goes knocking on doors, and soon discovers that there are no tenants. All the other apartments are empty.

We have transitions happening in my house. One of the bears won't be back again, except for vacations and a holiday here or there. The other two will be here until August and then they are gone, with probably only one returning next summer. What does one do with empty rooms? You change again, you refocus. I'm trying to get a band running. Trying to learn a new craft. Trying once more to write a book. I have a play to peddle. Still trying to succeed at work. Happy Graduation!