At the beginning of this month, hubby told me something I didn’t want to hear. My response was something like this: “What do you mean, I’ve only got four weeks left? By my calculations, I’ve got all the way up to eight weeks. It’s to the end of July, right?”
“No, no,” he insisted. “The BEGINNING of July.”
He wants to know what happens next, folks. He says I have to give him time to read The King’s Sacrifice, book two of The Khekarian Series. I also have to give myself time to shelve it (briefly), to read it with fresh eyes, and – of course – I have to have time to change the ending because he’s convinced it’s going to be NOT AT ALL the ending he wants. See? I keep my secrets. Even hubby doesn’t know the plot.
I can tell you now, I WON’T be changing the ending. Mumble mumble, necessary, rah rah, repercussions, blah blah blah, yeah yeah.
So… what now…?
Oh, yes, I know – PANIC!!!
The Do Not Disturb sign has gone up on my door. Hubby gets to babysit the house and cats. List of Things To Do is handed over. Top Priority is: Keep Writer Supplied with Alcohol (necessary for brain development – if a brain cell sees double, there might not BE twice as many brain cells, but it can seem that way, and every bit helps).
I might have to lock the door to keep the horde out. That’s okay, says hubby, he planned to lock the door, too. Funny, I’ve never been in a room with the door locked from both sides before. You know what that means. Right. A straw through the keyhole for refreshments.
Optimistic? Oh yeah.
Capable? Um… (of course!)
I’m at my desk, right? Well, yeah…
Ready to get on with it…? What? I didn’t understand the question.
GET ON WITH IT! – Sheesh, arguing with myself. That’s a bad sign, isn’t it?
Okay, okay. Just letting you know where I stand, folks. Yes, I’ll go off now and get some work done. Mutter, mutter, mutter…
Oh yeah. Cheers! 🙂