A Book Jail Tale: STRANDED
The 7th Zoe Chambers mystery is due to my editor February 6. Less than two weeks to pull this mess of a story together into something publishable. So of course, there are distractions going on in my life. Some potentially good and exciting. And then there's my husband's car.
It went into convulsions when he started it to come home from work yesterday. He phoned me at 3:00 saying he was waiting for a tow truck and could I pick him up at his mother's house (walking distance from the garage and 25 minutes from here). Answer: YES. But, he told me, wait until he called back, which he would do once they were on the road. By 5:15, I'd heard nothing and wondered if I'd misunderstood. I phoned him back--and let's just say he didn't sound happy. Still waiting for the tow. 7:15. Still nothing. Apparently, AAA (whom we LOVE, by the way) had taken down his phone number wrong. No call-back, no tow. Then they went to the wrong town. Obviously, they couldn't locate him. Finally, they showed up--in the next business' parking lot--at 7:30. Anyhow, the car is in the garage. I brought Hubby home in time for him to catch the end of The Amazing Race. And he is using MY car until his is diagnosed and fixed. A roundabout way of the Universe insisting I stay locked up in Book Jail and get this novel finished.
It went into convulsions when he started it to come home from work yesterday. He phoned me at 3:00 saying he was waiting for a tow truck and could I pick him up at his mother's house (walking distance from the garage and 25 minutes from here). Answer: YES. But, he told me, wait until he called back, which he would do once they were on the road. By 5:15, I'd heard nothing and wondered if I'd misunderstood. I phoned him back--and let's just say he didn't sound happy. Still waiting for the tow. 7:15. Still nothing. Apparently, AAA (whom we LOVE, by the way) had taken down his phone number wrong. No call-back, no tow. Then they went to the wrong town. Obviously, they couldn't locate him. Finally, they showed up--in the next business' parking lot--at 7:30. Anyhow, the car is in the garage. I brought Hubby home in time for him to catch the end of The Amazing Race. And he is using MY car until his is diagnosed and fixed. A roundabout way of the Universe insisting I stay locked up in Book Jail and get this novel finished.
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