At 7:30 I opened my eyes only to find that it was, in fact, 8:40 and any hope of even catching a bus to be on time was decidedly non-existent.
I will just say now that my flatmate must surely be some sort of Goddess of Travel, or Speed, or Cars, or the Road, or Being on Time Despite the Worst Possible Situation. We leapt into the car and off we went. Somehow, by some divine intervention, we arrived at my work with one minute to spare.
Remind me to buy that girl something pretty.
When I have money.
She needn't really have bothered. I arrived to work to find it deserted, save for one lone soul in the very back corner of the office. It looks like a ghost office. My first reaction was to question the day.
It is Friday, right? I didn't waltz in on a Saturday, right?
Since it is Friday, I have the right to simply goof off - it's my no-writing day. However, I am still 30 000 words behind my target (thanks to all the stressful business with The Dying God & Other Stories), so I might write today.
Or might not. I haven't decided yet.
Speaking of The Dying God & Other Stories, I'm still having serious issues uploading the good version onto Lebrary.com. My best advice would be to not buy the Lebrary.com version. I will tell you when it's all sorted.
The good version is up on Smashwords.com HERE. Though this version is unillustrated.
I do believe you can get the illustrated version for the Kindle HERE.
I'm still waiting on the 2nd proof from Createspace.com. I have a release date for the paperback, though - September 01st. It is subject to change, but I think everything should be in order by then.
Yes, the paperback will have the illustrations.
While on the subject of writing, I (spoiler alert) wrote the death of a beloved character yesterday in Puppet Master (Book 5 of The Great Man series, if you care). There is also another death coming up closer to the end of the book that I have to rewrite, and I'm NOT looking forward to it.
In any case, this character died really well, you should know. The death was brave, and purposeful and beautiful... and left me an emotional wreck for the rest of the day. Luckily, no clients came in that afternoon. It would not do to be greeted by a receptionist with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Right, I really should get to... uh... writing? Goofing? Something, anyway. So, to keep you amused, here's today's Forgotten English.
To treat illness without knowledge or skill in medicine. Devon and Cornwall.
- Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1898-1905.