I’ll tell you, I had every intention of getting into writing last night. Computer was ready, I was ready, there was nothing on television, I was ready for music and typing out words.
But life never lets you do what you want to do, right?
As I’m leaving work I check my phone and find I missed a call. I check it, and it’s from the place where I was getting my new glasses from, and they tell me they’re it. So I get home, get ready–just to even go out a have to get ready a little–and head out. Fortunately traffic isn’t bad, but I still have to make a run to somewhere on the north side of the city. And I notice that traffic going into the city is bad because of a wreck. Not something good, particularly when things are backed up for miles.
I get my glasses–yeah, they look great . . .
. . . and after picking them up I decides I need to pick up a few things at Target, and then get something to eat. I wasn’t planing on staying out long, but I didn’t want to try and fight my way back through the traffic, so I took my time with my dinner.
By the time I rolled back to the apartment to snap the above picture, it was about eight PM.
Then I had to roll out and do something on Facebook, because I’m hosting a book club this month, and I had to set up which three books people can choose from. Since I’d made my selections months ago it was just a matter of doing the ol’ cut and paste and getting things in place before setting up a poll, but it still took time to get that and the notifications together. And as soon as I finished getting that set up–
The questions came.
Because they always do when there’s a new book. Because people want to know things, they have interests in what you’re presenting. I should have known, but sometimes I can be . . . clueless. It’s not an easy feeling.
Oh, and I didn’t mention the PMs from people wanting to get together in a couple of weeks. Did I mention that? No. I have now.
This is life, and it’s something I haven’t experienced in a bit. It’s where unexpected things jump out at you and you do what is necessary to handle them. My plan had been to come home, start dinner, get the book club stuff set up, eat, then write. Silly me: what did I know?
It’s a nice change up to be able to do something unexpected–and I had been waiting for my glasses for a few days, so there was a bit of excitement there. I just didn’t expect it all to happen like . . . this.
Writing tonight, I promise. I’ve got Isis trying to explain a school break-in where there shouldn’t be one, and gargoyles hiding in the wall. I’ll get back into my fantasy . . .
And hope that life doesn’t throw a curve at me tonight.