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Today
did not go as I planned at all. Fired up to continue working on that mystery I’m
in the middle of, I got up early and was at my desk, checking email. By nine o’clock,
I was ready to write. But I realized I also had slotted a fairly complicated cooking
project for this morning, so I thought I would do that, get it out of the way,
and then devote myself to the novel.
What I
thought might take me an hour, took and hour and a half. When you cook from the
seat of a Rollator, everything goes more slowly. I haven’t figured out for sure
why, but I know it’s a truism. But I finally had my dinner in the fridge, ready
to pop in the oven when my happy hour guests left, and I had the dishes all
done. More about what I cooked in a week or so on my Gourmet on a Hot Plate
blog.
But
when I got back to my computer, one email had a chore for me—fill out a lengthy
form for each of four novels that I am submitting for serialization. A company
called Crazy Maple has a program called KISS whereby they serialize mysteries—they
had some success serializing romance novels, so they jumped over to mystery.
They
reached out to me, and after doing some checking on both other authors’
experiences and the content of the contract, I decided to do a trial with the
four books in my Blue Plate Café Mysteries series. But today that meant I had
to fill out these forms for each of the four books—lengthy and involved,
wanting such things as my Pinterest URL (not only did I not know, but I also
wasn’t sure where to find it) or the cover art for a book for which I inexplicably
had no files. I did the best I could, but it took me the rest of the morning
and much of the afternoon.
I submitted
the final file just before friends came for happy hour. They are traveling to
Canada to see her parents next week, the first time they will have seen them in
almost two years. But the journey is fraught with border difficulties—the border
between Canada and the U.S. will open August 6 and they go August 9, but there
are still difficulties such as taking a rental car across the border and a
possible strike by border personnel. I never have been much of a traveler—though
I’ve enjoyed a lot of trips over the years—but listening tonight made me glad I’m
content to stay at home. Among other things, to cross the border, you have to
present evidence of a negative Covid test within 72 hours or some such narrow
window. So you have to find a testing site—they will go to the local hospital.
I have my fingers crossed for a calm and happy journey for them.
So now
it’s late, and Sophie and I are settled down for the night. How about you?
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