Too much going on! #amwriting (Barely.)

I’m finishing up the new landing site and, dear GAWD, doing the links for 5 books across 9 platforms was fiddly and annoying. Just The Glorious Fourth left to do and I posted its rough draft to D2D and Amazon so I could get the links ready for mid-April. Now I have a fear that someone will buy that version and leave me a crappy review even though the description plainly says ROUGH DRAFT BEWARE RABID ALLIGATORS TURN BACK! Oh, well. Any review is a good review, really, but I pity the fool that reads that unfinished glob.

Meanwhile it’s slopping down rain outside. Moore Square (now known at the Go Raleigh Transit Hub but no one cares) is still under construction. Every cold, metal seat was wet and we were all huddled under signs and panels and got splattered. The mail-lady just had a tantrum because her umbrella closed on her. She threw it down and kicked it. The UPS man was just as happy. None of us want to be reminded that, hey, it’s good for the flowers!


At least there’s no ice down here. #cold #miserable #amwriting #barely

The million voices you Force-heard this morning was only me screaming a million times in my head over how cold it was at the bus stop. Dear god. 15 degrees wind chill! I stagger into my foyer at work and, since I’m surrounded by windows, it’s 55 degrees in here and won’t get above 65 all day. I’m dressed in layers but this is an insidious Southern cold and it’s making me cranky. Wow, even my coworker from the Ukraine is hissing over it.

On the writing front I managed 100 words last night. Whoa, slow down there, Zippy. You’ll hurt yourself. I managed some good editing and a couple of words of foreshadowing, though. Go me.


Gardening woes. #gardening #damnweather

My balcony on Saturday and then my balcony on Sunday. Mother Pus Bucket! It’s way too much to ask for the seasons in North Carolina to be consistent. Still, it was an ideal little snow. No ice, no wrecks, and it all melted away as soon as the sun came out. Still too cold to put my flowering plants back out but the cat doesn’t eat them so hey.