This has been a rather trying day, compounded by the fact that not! one! single! word! has gotten from my head to my manuscript, not for lack of trying, but for lack of knowing which of three pivotal scenes that set up the next half of the book need to happen first. Anybody got a three-sided coin I can flip?
I began my day by stepping on Scrabble, hard. Completely by accident, of course, but tell her that. I am a Bad, Evil Catmom, so I am, and I fully expect to hear from the CommitteeCat down to Boston in a couple days. It used to be that these matters were handled immediately by the Portland CommitteeCat, but in these thin-stretched times, the union has had to consolidate territories. That means a week or so lag time, by which point both Scrabble and I will have forgotten this Unfortunate Incident, but the paperwork will still need to be satisfied.
I also spent a lot of time on the phone today learning the difference between "free" and "free" when applied to health insurance coverage, and what coding means to me. I'm better informed, but more depressed, now.
In relation to catastrophes, my colleague D.B. Jackson is doing a fundraiser for the victims of the Boston Marathon Bombing victims. Read all about it here and please help if you can.
The capping catastrophe of the day is the news that Andy Offutt (andrew j. offutt) has died. I was fond of Andy; as a beginning writer, he welcomed me unreservedly into the profession and he was, in our all-too-few dealings, kind and generous.
. . .I believe that I'll take a walk, now, and listen to the peepers.
Everybody have a good evening.
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Progress on Carousel Seas
48,825/100,000 OR 48.83% complete
I looked at him in horror.
"Tell me I didn't kill Daknowyth."
"Katie. . ." Mr. Ignat' took my hands in his. His smile was fond, which didn't necessarily mean that I hadn't killed Daknowyth.
- Current Mood:you don't wanna know