General musings

It’s official. The people at the post office hate me.

I’ve spent the past two weeks or so mailing out bookmarks and promo packages for Jinx to bookstores across the U.S. and even overseas. We’re talking around 130 envelopes or so, all of which weighed different amounts. All of which had to be scanned.

The guy at my local post office is terrific. Always jokes that I’m a world-famous author and people should hurry to get my autograph. He’s even taken to calling me “the David Hasselhoff of Australia” after I mailed several package of bookmarks there last weekend. (For those of you who don’t know, for some reason the Hoff is extremely popular overseas, especially in Germany.)

The folks at the other post office I frequent, well, they’re not so friendly. Which is were the hate comes in. I can see them cringe every time I come in with my envelopes. And I’ve snippily been informed they can only scan 10 envelopes at a time.

So I get my 10 envelopes, stand in line, get them scanned, pay the postage — and then go out to my car to get 10 more and face the wrath all over again.

Ah, the life of an author. Glamorous, ain’t it? :joker:

I hope everyone has a safe and fun holiday weekend. Eat some burgers, watch some sports, cruise on the lake, and take a moment to remember all those brave men and women who have served and sacrificed in the line of duty for our country.

Me? I’ll be in the Bat Cave most of the weekend, working on Assassin 2. I’m up to chapter twelve (out of thirty or so) on the second draft. Not quite halfway done, but I’ve got 72,801 words and slowly creeping up.

Happy Memorial Day! :ww:

So the French Open tennis tournament starts this weekend. I know it’s weird, but I really like to watch tennis. It’s one of the purest sports out there, with two people facing off over a net. Man to man, woman to woman. Plus, it’s great to nap to, which I’ll probably be doing a little of this Memorial Day weekend. :scooby:

It’s also a big weekend for Formula One racing, with the Grand Prix being held in Monaco. Wheezley, the significant other, is a big F1 fan (his cat is even named McLaren, after the racing team), so I’ve become a casual follower of the sport.

All the good stuff on television this weekend almost makes me forget that it’s another three months until football starts again. Almost. 😎

What about you? Got big plans for the holiday weekend?

So it’s finally started to happen — my friends are having babies. Nick and Chelsea, and Amy and Alex are both having baby girls over the next few weeks. So this weekend, I went to Target to get baby shower gifts for the expectant couples.

Oh my.

First of all, it took me a while to find the stuff they were registered for because for some reason, the baby stuff aisles are labeled Q (at least they are supposed to be, I never saw a Q sign), while all the other aisles are labeled A through G or something like that. Something alphabetical that makes sense. What Q has to do with babies, I have no idea.

And it didn’t get any easier after I found the stuff my friends had registered for. Body pillows and breast pumps and other things I didn’t even recognize, but that look like torture devices from the Middle Ages. Seriously, I have no idea what a Diaper Genie is, but I bought refills for it, even though they look like expensive rolls of duct tape. And this musical, light-up toy thingie that will probably drive N&C crazy. :joker:

I felt like Alice in Wonderland trying to navigate through this strange and curious world my friends have entered into. Maybe I should have bought a Glo-Worm and seen if he could give me some mushrooms to eat, like the caterpillar in the Disney movie. Things might have made more sense then. 😮