Scream into the void
Only I can hear the sound
Who else would listen?

The only thing I accomplished was doing the outline and characters for Raven’s Wrath.  No cover for Warlord of the Forgotten Age yet and I’m still not sure what to call the next collection of Ichabod Brooks stories.  I feel like I’ve been forced into a holding pattern because there’s nothing I can do.  At least in the terms of writing, but I might be able to get more into outlining after Thanksgiving.

So, what did happen this week?

With my wife still sporting the broken arm, I’ve been doing all the driving, shopping, and kid work.  My parents have taken over the cooking and taking my son to his martial arts classes.  Things are still chaotic though because he decided that breakfast isn’t going to be a thing any more.  Picked Wednesday of all days since I had to wake up really early to get my wife ready for her cast.  Even with the cast, she can’t carry anything heavier than a cup of coffee with that arm, which means I can’t just drop her off.  It’s been a long week of doing this and driving more often than I’m used to.

Driving is where the craziest part of my week happened and left me exhausted.  I was heading down a road that’s about 6 lanes wide with a 7th in the middle for people turning into one of the many parking lots.  I was on one of the outer lanes with a bus and several cars behind me.  A white van was on my left and stopped with their blinker on, so I figured it was a lane change.  Next thing I know, a woman wearing dark clothes and listening to her headphones steps out from the the front of the van.  My tires screech, the jaywalker who had just crossed all the other 6 lanes against the light looks up, and I pray that it doesn’t end badly.  She finally jumped as I nearly came to a stop and she got bumped by my car as she got to the sidewalk.  Then I hear all the honking cars behind the bus, so I hurry to the nearest parking lot to get out of the way.  It isn’t far and I get out to hurry back and check on . . . nothing.  I looked through the windows of a few buildings and looked around the parking lot.  After that, I just got pissed and scared at the same time while I called my wife to say I was going to be late.  Took a few minutes to get my nerves back in order too because I worried that this woman was hurt, realized the bus could have smashed into my car, and so many other pieces just kept blipping through my stressed out mind.  It would be about an hour and a half later that my shoulders and neck broke out in a dull ache that rose to a sharp pain.  Woke up feeling better thanks to a heating pad though.

Anyway, that’s the big event of the week and it’s left me on edge.  I’m not sure how next week will go considering I’m still driving all over the place for a few weeks.  The main highlight might just be seeing ‘Justice League’ on Friday.  Didn’t look like we’d get to see it in theaters, but our luck might change.

What are the goals?

1. Work on outlining the next set of Ichabod Brooks stories.
2. Take care of wife.
3. Finally make those chicken and cheese enchiladas.
4. See ‘Justice League’.
5. Thanksgiving, which is happening twice here.
6. Possibly work a little on the Sin stories.
7. Keep watching Samurai Champloo.
8. Consider that most of my faith in humanity has been lost.