Further Announcement: I'll be selling limited paperback copies of my book at a pop-up boutique in El Dorado High School on October 3rd, from 10:00-11:00. More details to come.
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I'd love it if every time I wrote this blog, I could entertain you with fascinating adventures, beautiful description, or profound thoughts on life. Unfortunately, I'm human and some (a lot) of my weeks are just plain boring.
|I try so hard to be interesting, but then my true nature reveals itself.|
At least I got a short story out of a toothache.
By Thursday, taxes had gotten me so far off schedule, I just threw my hands in the air and yelled, "to hell with it!" (In my head, anyway. As a rule I try not to yell unless something truly atrocious happened. Like when a writer butchers a good book with a bad ending.) I read Three Act Tragedy by Agatha Christie. I should have known better. I have a Christie compulsion. I must read three of her books at one time, or bad things happen.
|It's an addiction.|
On Sunday my dad had a retirement party at Ferrell's. I struggled to regain my sanity.
By the time Monday morning opened its bleary, bloodshot eyes, I knew I must atone. I hadn't written a word of my story since Thursday. The guilt weighed on my soul. So, forsaking all others, I toiled laborously on 8 chapters of Three Floating Coffins, until the pendulum had swung in the other direction. I'd worked and overworked myself. I felt balanced and satisfied.
|Yay for work!|