It started off great--royalties! We always celebrate royalties (and advances, when I was in traditional publishing). Even when the checks aren't big ones. The largest check I ever got was $35,000. The smallest, a royalty for a Silhouette Romance published over twenty years ago, came earlier this year. The amount? $5.78. They fluctuate.
Anyway, after the arrival of quarterly royalties, it was all downhill. Wednesday night, I made the mistake of thinking it would be cool enough overnight to leave the central air off. As a result, I was too warm to sleep comfortably and got only a couple of hours sleep. I was groggy all day. I got in the shower, thinking that would wake me up. Halfway through, we had a power outage--our first in ten years. After trying to finish in the dark, I've come to the conclusion that if I ever go blind, I'm screwed. I already had enough cuts and bruises from my ongoing attempt to declutter our place. (We really need a bigger storeroom--or less stuff!)
With the power off, I couldn't try to catch up on that lost sleep, so I forged on, exhausted. With no electric, I couldn't make lunch, so Collin went to get takeout for us. (Okay, so there was a bright side to this!) I couldn't do any work in the storeroom, either--no windows, so no light. We had already gotten rid of a lot of stuff, though--so much that I mixed up some bags and accidentally sent a bag to recycling that should have gone to the trash. I guess a big bag of recycling ended up in the dumpster....
Fortunately, the power was restored within two hours. With the AC back on, I decided a nap was in order. I had just drifted off to sleep when the phone rage! I couldn't believe it! I was so angry, I could have slammed it against a wall. I hate talking on the phone and rarely do so. I only have one friend I call, and that's because she doesn't have internet service. I even make my doctor appointments via email.
Everyone else knows I do email, so most of the calls I get are wrong numbers. I guess that was the case yesterday, because there was just a number, no name, so it wasn't someone in my phone's contacts app. I snatched the phone up and disconnected the call (that was an accident, really--I just don't answer if I don't recognize the number). Then I turned the phone off so I could sleep for a while.
This is how it goes. I can go weeks without getting a call, and when I do, it's always when I'm dictating (my phone is great for dictation) or sleeping.
I did get one bit of good news this morning, though: my publisher's new landing page for Chasing the Wind is up, and it looks great! Take a look....