mmerriam | How Has Your Day Gone?

I know I've done nothing but yammer on about my stupid novel for the last few weeks, but in truth, that's the dominant thing happening in my life at the moment.

I suspect that will change once the holiday season starts to wind up to full speed. I suspect that come the middle of December I won't even remember I have a novel in progress because of all the other things that will need my attention.

I missed the returned bus today from bank and ended up walking home. The people in line in front of me all seemed to have ridiculously hard transaction to make. Bless the tellers and bankers; they were doing their best, but the customers...

I dropped a gallon of milk today. I was lifting it out of the cart and dropped it onto the patio. I thought it had survived the trip down and I sat it on the carpet inside the house while I unloaded the rest of the cart into the living room.

Digression. My groceries are delivered. I can only carry so much home with me on foot, and neither

careswen or I enjoy spending time in grocery stores. I order my groceries online and they magically appear in my garage packed in coolers and totes the next day. I have an aging shopping cart the last people who lived here left behind. I use it to move the groceries from the garage to the house, then I unload at the big patio door. End digression.

I should have known something was wrong when Reverend Selena, who typically ignores the grocery migration, suddenly took a keen interest in what I was doing. Once inside and on my living room floor, I took everything into the kitchen.

While putting things away I heard "slurp, slurp, slurp" from the living room.

My brain said, "What is the sound of one cat drinking?"

And she was. From a small puddle of milk on the floor. Hilarity ensued as I rushed to the kitchen for a towel and noticed the pool of milk dripping to the floor (the damaged edge of the milk carton was hanging over the edge of the counter). Yeah. Hilarity and chaos. The crisis was solved, eventually.

Then I discovered that the black cartridge in my printer really is not working right, just like my printer had been trying to tell me for weeks. Much grumbling as I ordered a replacement. I will never ever ever never buy a refurbished cartridge again. Ever.

I applied for a part-time job as a traffic editor. I would be watching MDot cameras, listening to emergency scanners, studying traffics patterns, and then writing real time copy for media outlets.

I promised my gamers leftover Thanksgiving dinner for game day food on Friday, but now I think I bought too small of turkey breast. I'm resisting the urge to run back to the store and buy the biggest birdzilla I can lug home.

I'm feeling restless and twitchy and I just realized all I've eaten today is a lump of cheese and five cups of coffee. That can't be good. I've spent the whole day running around like my hair is on fire and I completely forgot to eat.

I've written today, but I've erased it all. After the bright promise of the ending of yesterday's writing session, it has all gone down hill. Everything I'm writing sucks.

So you, my dear readers, should feel free to engage in writing or painting or whatever it is you do, secure in the knowledge that, at least for today, it will not suck.

Because I have all the suck in the world. It's mine, all mine.

Everything I write today sucks with the kind of sucky suckiness that sucks the suck right out of the rest of the universe and forms it into one big ball of suck.

I need food. How the hell did it get to be 2:45?

Sucks.

ETA: I just had to go back and repair about a dozen misspelled words. I'm starting to think I should never be allowed around words. Ever. When I try to use them, they all magically turn into suck.