It's Tuesday.
Just another Tuesday... sort of.
I am supposed to have three new books come out in two days. They were set up, good to go to last edit - last looks as it were. So I'm in a happy frame of mind. Because, hey! I'm going to publish three books and it's been a tough road but I'm just... about... there... he. he.
A reader asked about book publishing and so I pull out the trusty computer and we start talking books. I open the folder that holds the sacred work of the past year (years). I click on the first book... and nothing. Nothing but a blank sheet of paper.
Of course I click again. And again. And again. After about a dozen closings and clicks to open I realize the book is gone. Poof. My heart starts to race and with heavy breaths I click on the second book. Again. And again. And again. Blank page. Now I'm shaking my head in disbelief and my heart is pounding with an erratic force that makes it hard to breathe. My hands were shaking when I clicked on the third book... and a blank page shows up.
My lovely asshole Mac had updated and decided I didn't really need those books.
I mean. I'm not a total idiot. I had the stories. I just didn't have the edited, first copies, ready for last proof and then publishing.
What would you do?
Me? Did I burst into tears? Nope. I gushed, exploded, ruptured into tears. Well sort of. Tears popped out and I was crying, (moaning probably) and saying, "no, no, not possible, no, no" over-and-over.
Needless to say I think I freaked the reader out. She walked off silently without a word.
Since then? I considered burying myself in a vat of wine and giving in to the tears and misery. And it sounds pretty good. Vat. Of. Wine. (How my mind works? I'm left thinking - if you are swimming in a vat of wine are you also drinking the same wine? Um...uck.) So. Vat of wine?
Next time.
So instead I let myself have tears as I process the incredible line of events... and then I get back to work. I get a 13-day extension. This is good as 13 has always been a lucky number for me. Thirteen days. Thirteen. 13.
It's a good omen. I mean if someone gave you 13 bottles of wine you'd be happy. Or 13 hot guys/women ask for your number. Or 13 chocolate-hazelnut anythings. Or 13-dollars for a plane ticket to Europe. Thirteen is good.
So... cheers to 13 and a lot of hard work in 13 days. Will keep you posted my lovies.
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