Why, you may ask? I would tell you specifically, but I have resolved not to whine. Okay, maybe I'll whine a little bit. Let's just say I've been at war with technology and some companies that use it.
Double billings from one of them. Talk about unsettling.
And private and personal information for thirteen people (THIRTEEN!) sent to me by mistake from another. You have no idea how difficult it was to return these to a haywire computer, one that can be blamed, but not held accountable for this bad, bad thing, especially when you can't reach a human being no matter which number you punch. There is no automated choice for this kind of situation. There are only time-consuming, ringing telephone extensions that go unanswered.
Which, speaking of phones, brings us to the new cell phone I'm apparently going to have to make into a necklace or some kind of lawn art because my area code has no telephone numbers left. Who knew? Did I ever realize this could be a problem? No. I did not. I don't even like cell phones -- or I didn't until I found out I couldn't get one.
And my nephew is out of the country until Christmas. And sick. Again. He is many time zones away and about to have a birthday. Bless his heart, he probably needs some comfort food, too. His old war horse nurse aunt thinks he really, really should stop eating things that are -- as he puts it -- "questionable."
On the plus side, I did finish a book proposal today, i.e., graphics, character sketches, synopsis and the first thirty pages. This one has been a long time aborning. Murky, it was. In the middle. The beginning was strong. The end was strong. But oh, that vast wasteland in between. I rather like the finished product, though, if I do say so myself, despite knowing it's probably not going to "fit" anywhere. Everything about it feels "real" to me. The people. The places. The emotions. Now, all I have to do is bite the bullet and mail the thing to my agent. Then I wait. And wait. And wait some more.
As I said. I need some comfort food...