Eastward Into the Sunset

No, I don’t have a novel excerpt.  I don’t have an excerpt of any kind today.  It’s nearly 2 o’clock in the afternoon and I’m sitting in the first toll plaza in Western Ohio as you head eastward.  It’s called Tiffin River, though I don’t know if there is a river nearby. I do know I snapped the fingernail completely off as I was sitting down, but I think it was already broken.

Happy arriving–


Though a moment later the bitch face is strong.

I’ve been up since about five-thirty and pretty much been on the go since getting up.  But my business in Indiana is finished and I don’t have to return until June.  So what I have ahead of me is at least another nine hours of driving, which should put me back in Harrisburg sometime around midnight.  This isn’t the first time I’ve run this route, and it certainly won’t be the last.

The next five or six days is going to see me writing like mad. I have three TV recaps I need to do and I likely won’t get them done until this time next week.  Thanks, AMC, for screwing up the schedule of the show I’m recapping and dumping a whole month’s worth of programming in two weeks.  You don’t make a girl’s job easy.  And I’ve spent too much time in the current chapter I need to really get going on it, as I’m getting really close to one hundred and fifty thousand words.  It just seems like it’s taking me forever to get there.

This is what happens when life gets in the way.

So, I can’t dillydally long here at Tiffin River, because once I get back to The Burg it’s off to bed because at 5 AM tomorrow I need to get up and start getting ready for work.  Then I’ll drive off and get my nail repaired, and then I’ll go home and unpack.  It just never seems to end, doesn’t it?

If there’s one thing that could be said about the morning drive to this part of Ohio that is good, it’s that I figured out how the series ends.  I pretty much have the exact ending worked out in my head and even walk through some of the dialogue. Needless to say, there were quite a few tears shed as I figured it out.  But, it’s a good ending. I just need to write it.  One of these days.

Yeah, my kids are probably getting lonely.  I haven’t been paying much attention to them of late and they need to get their stories told.  I even worked out another scene over breakfast this morning that involves Annie and Kerry–and Emma.  Needless to say, Emma is feeling a bit uncomfortable, and there’s good reason for that.  When will you see that?  Sometime in this novel: that’s a guarantee.  Now spend all your time trying to figure out what it is that’s happening…

No matter what you may think it is, it isn’t.

The Rain, the Trip, and Everything

Well, I’m home.

Not much else that can be said there, save that it was an interesting trip, mostly due to the fact that it rained nearly the entire way.  There was maybe an hour during the eleven I was between locations where the sky wasn’t in various stages of open, but that was a rare event.  And at one point I had to walk in the rain to have my card read by the service attendant because the pump wouldn’t give me a good swipe.  Stupid plastic.

This makes for some crazy driving and a lot of crazy drivers, and I was pretty hyped up by the time I hauled all my stuff out of my car an up to my apartment.  I was beat and sore and tired, but not tired enough that I was about to fall asleep.  Yeah, I get like that some times, where all the attention of keeping your wits about you as you fly through the rainy night at eighty miles per hour jack your senses to the point where relaxation isn’t something that’s going to come easy.

If there is any consolation to this return, it’s that it didn’t snow like it did the year before.  Though that time it did rain the whole way as well, including a downpour that started just east of Pittsburgh and kept right on pouring until I made it across the Susquehanna.

This was me about seven hours into yesterday's journey.  I looked worse the year before--

This was me about seven hours into yesterday’s journey. I looked worse the year before–

Needless to say I couldn’t fall asleep well, and tossed and turned until about two in the morning, when I finally crashed and burned.  Oh, and should I mention I have labs today?  Yeah.  Now I’m fasting until I can get blood drawn at two in the afternoon.  Because my doctor is the sort of person who likes to keep checking on things with me, and it’s time for said checking.  So I’ll likely have a headache most of the morning because the last time I ate was about six in the afternoon, about an hour after I snapped the picture above.  I think the universe is hating on me for some reason . . .

The upshot to all this is that I am home.  I am Out of Indiana, Bucked It through Ohio, and survived the Mountains of Madness in Pennsylvania.  Now it’s off to work to play a bit of morning catch up, get in my time sheets, come home, clean up, go get blood drawn, and finally eat about two-thirty or so.  Only then can I get home and finally get down to–

What?  I’m not really sure.

Finished a trip and think about the next novel.  I did a bit of the later yesterday, and I think it’s ready to go on that front.  I’m curious to see if my countdown time changes to days tomorrow, but for now it still says I have a month to go before I start writing.  I don’t think it would lie to me, and as much as I try to think about it, that month is gonna pass pretty fast.

I guess it’s time to worry about something else now, huh?