Legends of Windemere

(EDIT: Guess what I plan on seeing for Valentine’s Day!  If you said Deadpool then give yourself a cookie.)

Yes, I have Crossing Bedlam coming out next weekend as long as things don’t wrong.  I mean, it isn’t like I have a history of last minute disasters or plans getting crotch-punched   soon out of the gate.  Sure, my plan to get the books for this year edited before next weekend and the kid’s break is dead.  I mean it’s entirely possible (nope) for me to edit (HA!) a 276 page book by Friday (HELL NO!) even though I have some appointments (OF COURSE) and the Super Bowl (GO, BEER & HOT WINGS!) kills the weekend.  Let’s just say I’m sticking to the idea that pizza is my reward for getting things done on time.  So . . . no pizza for me until I get to start writing Ritual of the Lost Lamb and see if I can meet that deadline.

As you can tell, things didn’t go smoothly this week.  I’m not exactly sure where things went wrong.  I remember a few arguments because people around here are tripping over each other.  Got a much needed haircut that took a chunk of the day since I prefer to walk there instead of drive.  Then the snow/ice/sleet/rain/afternoon warmth of yesterday that cancelled school.  The kid being home wasn’t a problem because I had to drive my dad to a doctor’s appointment . . . in the storm.  Talk about harrowing since it was terrible visibility, idiots on the road, ice patches, and this is the first time I’ve driven in a snowstorm since 2014.  Not to mention this comedy of errors:

• They coned off part of the parking lot at the doctor’s office, so that only part of it was plowed.  It was set up after we went inside, so guess who owned the lone car that was on the wrong side of the cones.  My dad also said we could stop at McDonalds like I promised my son since it didn’t look ‘that bad’.  At least until we hit one parkway that had us driving INTO the storm and that was just nerve-wracking.  We almost got stuck in the unplowed parking lot and there were ‘obstacles’ in the road home.  To make matters even more amusing, the plows went down our block and cut me off from the driveway and parking on our side of the street.  Don’t worry though.  By the afternoon, we cleared those spaces and I hopped in my car to take the space . . . which the mailman took before I could finish my u-turn.

On the plus side, I got to claim the one outlet in the waiting room.  The chairs were uncomfortable and I kept thinking people were watching me, but I did get some editing done.  Only thing that went wrong was that ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ turned up on Pandora and not singing to that is a battle.  The other people in that waiting room didn’t seem too happy to be there and me breaking into an off-key version of Queen probably wouldn’t have helped me.

That’s been my week and I’m hoping next week is lower key, so I have even a sliver of a chance to get my editing done.  The kid gets a week off after Valentine’s Day, which means I won’t be doing much writing then.  Maybe starting on a plan for Chasing Bedlam and getting posts ready for March.  Well, I’ll be promoting the new book too, but I’m learning that there’s only so much I can do there.  Money is tight, which means I have to cut some paid ads and I still have no Facebook luck.  Needless to say, I’m stressing a bit and hoping things fall into place.  There are other things adding to the stress, but I’m not going to get into them here.

So, what is the plan?

1. Finish editing Charms of the Feykin.
2. Start and hopefully finish editing The Spirit Well.
3. Fiddle with future ideas.
4. Clean and prep for Super Bowl.
5. Watch Super Bowl.
6. Hopefully publish Chasing Bedlam.
7. Watch ‘Deadpool’ next Sunday.
8. Reclaim the Deadpool plushie my sister got me and the kid claimed after 5 minutes.

Deadpool