Friday, January 17, 2020

What Is It About Thursdays?

I’m in the home stretch with MURDER INK.  I am rewriting and tweaking.  It takes place in October in Chicago and I’ve been spending so much time thinking about it and working on it, that I was surprised to realize it was January.  However, I didn’t forget I was in Southern California.  The green backyard was a major clue.

I don’t know what it is about Thursday, but there always seems to be some emergency that throws my plans up for grabs. Today it was a broken toe (not mine) that required an escort to urgent care.  It meant dropping what I was doing and rushing out.  Then five hours later getting home.  In all honesty, urgent care only took about four of the total hours, but the injured party had to be taken out to eat afterwards.

I wiled away the wait time with my Kindle.  I am surprised how much I like it.  It’s also great that I always have it and thanks to BookBub it’s loaded with extra books.  The only short coming is that I don’t see the covers and seem to forget the title of whatever I’m reading. I sped through a book that has been taking too long to read.  I won’t give the title and didn’t give a rating when I finished it.  It wasn’t my kind of book and I believe that if I can’t say something nice, it’s better to say nothing.   

When I finally finished the unnamed book, I began reading one by Amanda Flowers which I am enjoying.  The trouble is that since I didn’t really see the cover, I’m not sure of the title.  Something about poetry and a magic bookstore.

The toe show isn’t over yet.  He has to go back to Kaiser early tomorrow morning to have the feet specialist push the toe back in alignment so it heals right and fit him for a special boot.  I’m big on going along for moral support. 

But in the meantime, it’s back to my manuscript.

1 comment:

Linda Osborn said...

I saw so many weird things when my husband had cancer...he had every side effect known to man. We spent so many hours at doctors, emergency rooms, urgent care....but I felt, as I know you do, I was needed and wanted to be there. I'd do it again to have him back ! Always had a book in my purse.