These changes ain’t changing me

I’m back! And I’m still eyeballs deep in work! Thus the silence since I returned from Pasadena on Tuesday night, I’m afraid. You would not BELIEVE how full an inbox can get when you’re gone for three whole work days. Or maybe you would, I don’t know. At any rate, it’s been a mess, and things will continue to be a mess for awhile yet.

To recap in brief: I had a marvelous time at the Children’s Institute event, where I got to meet my awesome Scholastic publicist and a number of outstanding book buyers/vendors/reps/etc; I had an uneventful return trip; I had a freakout upon my arrival home.

Apparently I was wrong about some flooding damage. To wit, our house was the victim of a deluge a week ago – I mean, water up to the windows in the den deluged – and no, we don’t have flood insurance.* Why the hell would we? We live on the side of a mountain, FFS. It was just a freak phenomenon where we caught the brunt of a flash flood at the rear of the house; and at first, it looked like everything was solved with some towels and some fans.

But the moment I came home, I knew we had a problem.
A wet, musty problem.

Oh yeah. It took the wood and its subflooring a few days to swell, and now we have to rip out maybe a third of that lovely oak we installed a year and a half ago. I’ll find out how much this is going to cost us tomorrow, when a dude comes out to give me a number and make me cry.

Then on Monday a different dude is coming out to tell me how much a new gutter system and a French drain behind the den will run us. We’ve had “new gutters” on the to-do list** since we moved in – not that it would’ve done us much good last week – but the drain should help protect us from future freak water events.

Besides all that mayhem, my husband dashed out of town for work as soon as I got back, so it’s been back-and-forth trips to the airport, packing and unpacking, and general freaking out for everyone! [:: throws confetti ::] He comes home again tonight, though. So there’s that.

In other news, since my return to Tennessee – besides clearing the email backlog – I also batted last-minute cleanup on the I Am Princess X audio content, and then I went diving in headfirst on [secret project] with a deadline at the end of this month. I hope I make it.

Anyway, things aren’t all hectic doom and gloom around here, for today Greyson had a playdate with Briley! A marvelous dog party ensued! So let’s end on that note, eh?




* Even if we could con the insurance company into paying out, it’d come back to bite us in the ass when our premiums shoot skyward.
** It is a very SEXY to-do list.

Where angels sing and spread their wings

Don’t worry – no boring word metrics today. To sum up the last few (blog-free) days in brief: I finally finished up Chapelwood‘s copy edits, and then I had to leap immediately into some additional production work for I Am Princess X – specifically, the audio edition.

If I am very, very lucky, I’ll have this stuff wrapped up by the end of the week. If I’m not…I’m in trouble, because I have to make a very fast jaunt to Pasadena (also for Scholastic) on Sunday, and this stuff is due early next week.

Alas, if you read that and thought, “Hey, I’m in Pasadena! Maybe I will come out and see you read/sign/etc….” then let me stop you right there. On this particular trip, I’ll be (a). in town for only one full day, and (b). spending that single, glorious day all tied up with this groovy shindig.

My apologies! But at events like this one, my time is not my own.

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[:: psst ::]
[:: hey, you guys ::]

Scholastic is running a book give-away over at Goodreads!
Click right here to maybe win your very own copy of I Am Princess X!

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Speaking of young adult books, my pal Delilah S. Dawson is having a book birthday! Yes indeed, upon this fine morn her Superlatively Awesome book Hit officially lands on shelves across the land!

Pick it up/check it out if you’re down with the idea of a bank-owned post-democracy America exploiting teenagers as debt-collecting assassins. Or I mean, not if you’re down with that from an ideological standpoint, but, like, a fictional … you know what, never mind. Just buy that book. You’ll dig it, I promise.

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Today I am wearing contacts for what is essentially the first time in a year and a half. Rather than bore you with the details (or, God forbid, risk having the internet come to my aid with Helpful Suggestions), just trust me when I say that I have some long-running and well established eyeball difficulties that have kept me primarily in glasses for awhile now.

BUT NOT TODAY.

Maybe tomorrow, because hell – you never know. Or at least I never know. Not at first. But so far, this variety of daily disposable lenses is looking pretty sweet, and I can once again wear sunglasses – so huzzah for THAT. Even if my spectacle-free glee turns out to be temporary.

I really hope it’s not temporary. It is SO much easier putting on makeup when I have these bad-boys in, you know? (Trust me. My prescription is kind of ridiculous.)

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Not much else to report right now, I’m afraid. We’ve had a lot of wet weather these last few days, so there’s been minimal progress on the yard – and the pets are both doing just fine. And on that note, I’ll go throw on some sneakers and get ready to take the pooch for his afternoon walk. (Usually I take the morning pooch perambulation shift, but this morning I had the eye doc appointment…so the husband and I swapped out.)

Have a good one, everybody. I’ll try to squeeze out some more boring word metrics and/or other newsworthy blogging this week, but I make no promises.

I rolled on as the sky grew dark

Here’s recent progress on my rural gothic monster story about small-town secrets, old family lies, accidental legend-tripping, and a missing newlywed in the Okefenokee swamp – where you can drive SR 177 from west to east and cross six bridges…or take it from east to west, and you might hit seven. (But you’d better hope not.)


    Project: The Toll
    Deadline: January 15, 2016
    New words written: 2562 (woot!)
    Present total word count: 16,982



    Things Accomplished in Fiction: Made it to the bar; flirted with someone out of our approved age range and/or league; watched part of a basketball game, and then things got weird.

    Things Accomplished in Real Life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; lunch with husband; quit trip to the post office; cleaned the whole house (except the kitchen, which the husband tackled). Also, copyeditmonster.

    Other: I will kill off the copyeditsmonster by tomorrow afternoon if it kills me. Hint: It might kill me.

    Unrelated Other: Oh yeah, I forgot – I also got everything set up so I can work on a side project for Scholastic re: the audiobook of I Am Princess X. Long story. This shall be the monster which replaces the copyeditmonster next week, though next week also comes with a couple of important appointments AND my introduction to [secret project redacted], and then I have to get ready for a work trip to California on the 19th…so I don’t know. As my husband puts it – some days, you just have to pick how you’re going to fail.

    Failure Other: I am all out of calories to burn on this stuff right now. (In my defense, I’ve been in fifth gear since 9:00 this morning, FFS.) I think I’ll knock off, and maybe work on the yard a bit. Or something. [:: crashes ::]

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 45,274

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