Not much writing done today, which is driving me insane because I’m at that part of the book — a Fatal Stay under pen name Elise Hyatt, third in the Daring Finds Mystery series — where I just want to walk in and pull the story shut after me.
However, sometimes real life must happen — in this case in the form of a new dishwasher that was installed first thing in the morning; then buying a set of sofas to replace the ones the cats have made the subject of their p*ss wars; then buying me a new winter jacket, because I lost 45 lbs since last winter and my current jacket is not only manky (or as my husband calls it “an encouragement for the homeless to hit on you) but leaves way too much space for the wind to blow under and chill me.
And then I had to wax the living room to get it ready for the sofas (part of it because the p*ss wars had — literally — spilled onto the floor, and so long as the area smelled, we’d have issues.
Now my living room is human-smelling and p*ss free. (Fingers crossed.) I should clean the rest of the house, but I’m not up to that. Maybe tomorrow. And I’d like to do at least a couple of chapters of AFS tonight.
Then I need to return to editing and finishing the romantic space opera (Like Darkship Thieves. Actually, same world, 500 years on) The Brave And The Free. I should have my head examined for writing something not sold yet (not submitted, even) but I feel compelled to, so…
And now, I shall go to bed. Is it me, or are there NEVER enough hours in the day?
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