Turns out, it wasn’t. Zorro gave us much more than we ever gave him.
He passed away on Wednesday, and Wednesday sucked on a level of terrible suckiness, and today, as this post goes up…there’s still such sadness. Which is all we care to say about this right now because our hearts are broken.
Until then, February was going fairly handily. We’ve finished the first draft of our new novel – it took nine months and, yes, we experienced periods of irrational moodiness and morning sickness – and we would have finished sooner except for all of the plumbers who kept knocking on our door.
So, in reflection, maybe things hadn’t been going all that swell. How did we forget about the plumbers? It took almost three weeks for the team to diagnose and resolve our water issues. After a while, it seemed as if another craftsman was always arriving at our doorstep just when we were sitting down to write or plot or edit a chapter. We're not meaning to suggest these were random visits, we don’t have hoards of vagabond plumbers roaming the neighborhood, but having a tradesman in the house certainly takes the edge off of the daily word count.
After six visits from four different plumbers, our constant drip drip drip was fixed but it left us with a hole in the wall and bills totaling into the four figures. Coincidentally, our writing royalties for the last year were also in the four figures. So, happily, Something Wicked & Co. have covered this unexpected expense with a bit to spare.
Unhappily (and we kid you not), the sink in the master bathroom has just started leaking….
Oh, we’re so glad it’s March.
Watching: Bad Milo (2013). Free if you're a Netflix'er, a cheap rental if you're not, and we promise you nothing. But we liked it....
Reading: The Ten Word Game (2004) by Jonathan Gash. One of us is meeting Lovejoy for the first time....
Stunned by: 50 Shades of Grey by E.L. James has sold 100 million copies since 2011 while Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain is estimated to have sold less than a third of that number since its 1885 publication date. As the Wicked Witch of the West once said, "Oh, what a world! What a world!"....