I know… erotic writer… writing about houses. That really gets me hot. Lol. Actually, at the moment it does. In an unpleasant way.
Again, to make a long story short. (I swear all my stories seem to be long and well endowed) We were about to close on the house, (see recent posts) everything was going as planned… (sounds like the opening to a tragedy) when it turns out the sellers agent listed the house, when she shouldn’t have. The title for the house was not free and clear. So, she hadn’t done her homework, her job. The issue was actually caught by the title company, not her, and luckily, before we had signed to close on the house. Otherwise, I understand it would have caused much pain and discomfort in the future. But now, though this agent is working to make amends and has even hired an attorney to resolve the issue, our future hangs in the balance. With our current house sold, we “literally” have to be out in the next few days.
We had it roughly timed out, a few days— a week at best, in a hotel, that’s fine, mini-vacay! Yeah! However, when your future housing plans disappear, and you have “no-home” to go to, suddenly… life is no vacation.
So while they work to resolve the issue, without a specific close date. I’ve been littering my agent with new houses to go visit in the event that this process takes too long, or, actually does not get resolved. I get the feeling she would prefer that I sit back and chill, thinking that this issue will be remedied, again I have no guarantee it will, and “I do not chill well.” I’m a creative man, and I’m a restless man, and if someone doesn’t want me to stand up in the boat, I will stand up in the boat. (Yes, I may fall out of the boat, but I will own it.)
As always, naughty bits on next page.