So I’ve gotten back the coping beans from worrying about the car, although I still have the nervous tic (I glance at the temp gauge every five seconds while driving, just in case).
My local RWA chapter has its elections this weekend; I’m giving up webmaster. I’ve been doing it for two years, and I’ve sucked at it for the last several months, so it’s time. Yes, the burning smell is me.
My term of office as president of Popular Fiction Association of Idaho, Inc. (which puts on the only yearly genre fiction writing conference in Boise) ends at the end of February. The lovely and talented Amberly Smith has been unanimously consented in as the next president already. More coping beans will be freed up by that.
By the way, Amberly’s debut novel, Rinse and Repeat, will be coming out in January from Dreamspinner Press, just in time for her to finish her bachelor’s degree in Communication. I’ve read parts of this book and I think it’s delightful: Groundhog Day meets Quantum Leap.
More coping beans returned: The single intersection I must pass through between home and work has been under construction for 10 months, but they painted the lines and took away the orange cones today. This should cut my commuting time in half.
Now all I have to do is cut back work hours to 40 per week, wean Spooky Man from needing me to pick up something from the store every bleeping day, and get all the furry children cycled through their immunizations by Christmas.
NanoWriMo: 5 days in, only 1,000 words. I am sooooo behind.
Who would have thought cancer treatment would have been the easiest part of the year?