General musings

One thing I love about summer: Eating big, thick, greasy barbecue sandwiches with my mom and grandma. I even indulged and drank a Mountain Dew, which I rarely do since it’s like the worst soda for your body. But man, was it ever good. :cool: 

One thing I hate about summer: The fact my air conditioner decided to crap out on the hottest day of the year — when I had people over. When I left the house, it was working fine. When I came back, it was six degrees hotter than before. And it didn’t get any better no matter what I, Wheezley, and another friend did to it. Restarted it, tripped the breaker, checked the fuses, etc. Nothing worked.

Yesterday afternoon, the temp inside my house topped out at 91. I sat very, very still underneath a ceiling fan and read. I needed to work on some revisions I’m doing, but my computer got so hot I had to turn it off or risk frying it. Sigh. On the bright side, I finally finished one book and started another.

Luckily, the AC guy is coming today to try to fix it. I left him a message and he called me back — on a Sunday. Wonderful man. He’s getting a nice tip.

What about you? How did you beat the heat — or not — this weekend?

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?