Attack of the cranky
I have been seized by a story. This is the fault of a friend who is putting together an anthology and invited me to submit. It is also the fault of Nancy and Raisinfish with whom I had a fascinating conversation. Threads from that conversation are weaving themselves into this story. I need to hurry and get this story done so that it is no longer absorbing my brain when Julie Czerneda emails me to tell me the guidelines for submitting to her anthology. If I’m good, I might have two stories in print before the end of the year. Yay!
*******Warning: Cheerful post derailed by severe crankiness ***********
We had to pick Howard’s car up from the shop where we spent piles of money to get it repaired. Gleek refused to stay home so she buckled up to come along. Then she annoyed me all the way home. And she refused to drop a subject that I have been thoroughly tired of for about a month now. Then there was the incident of the sword where Gleek hit my sister Nancy, hard, on purpose, after having been warned. Nancy confiscated the sword which led to Gleek shrieking, hitting and nearly biting Nancy. I had to haul Gleek bodily upstairs and shut her into her room to get her back under control. Then I was met by Link who had poked around in the storage room to find marbles. Instead he found the decks of pokemon cards that I bought and hid as future birthday gifts. Then Patches picked a fight with his same age cousin, probably because this cousin had deliberately provoked Patches only an hour ago. Then Kiki’s back pack revealed a pile of reading logs completely blank. The reading logs should be an easy A for bookworm Kiki, if only she would fill them out and turn them in.
After all that I angrily ordered pizza because I might as well wreck the budget and my attempts to lose weight while I’m at it.