I had my mammogram on Tuesday. Now the waiting for results begins. The waiting is always the hardest part. This is your annual reminder: Don’t Be My Mother. Women often tend to put their health and their needs last. Please take care of yourself.
My Husband’s Addiction
Tuesday, I am trying to work a bit and I hear the dogs losing their religion with a vengeance. I look outside, and Gordon is talking to our neighbor, Daryl. They chat for a bit, then my husband comes in with a determined look on his face.
Gordon: Daryl is building a small house for his mother on his property.
Gordon: He’s going to have construction trash.
Me, knowing exactly what’s coming: You don’t say.
Gordon: He’s going to split the cost of a dumpster with me.
My husband gets a dumpster every three months. He can’t stand the clutter. You know those men whose garage is so full, you can’t walk in there? He is the opposite of that.
So, every quarter, like clockwork, the trash company brings this 15 or 20 foot monster out, sets it in the driveway, and then we throw all of the extra trash that had accumulated in 90 days. I don’t know where all of this garbage comes from. Maybe it breeds. We have 2 recycling cans and 2 regular cans and it’s not enough. There is always some weird Styrofoam or too many boxes or some old thing that needs to be junked that the garbage guys won’t take. We are blessed with a relaxed HOA or we would be getting notices left and right.
Gordon has been wanting the dumpster ever since Kid 1 moved out, because there is some moving refuse left. Daryl had given him the perfect excuse.
Yesterday morning I woke up tired and stressed out a little because of mammogram waiting. The day before we had finished the second chunk of the new book, and I decided to skip my daily elliptical adventure and have a lazy morning instead. I’ve been walking through Mexico on my elliptical. It’s hot like Mexico over here so it doesn’t seem like much of a stretch.
I’m slowly getting out of bed, intending to have a leisurely morning, and I hear, “Beep, beep, beep.” The dumpster has been delivered. I’m thinking, “The dumpster just got here. Surely he will let it be.”
BFF Jeaniene called and we talked a bit. Then Grace Draven called and we talked a bit. She is doing better and we scheduled a dinner.
As I am chatting with Grace, my husband appears in what I call his battle outfit: he has an old T-shirt on, cargo shorts, socks, shoes, shades, and his ear buds are in.
Me: I thought we were skipping the work out today.
He points at a dumpster and takes off.
I got off the phone with Grace, put on my own battle outfit, and then I cleaned and hauled trash for a few hours. Daryl hasn’t put anything into the dumpster yet.
::eyes Daryl’s property::
He better seize the day, or Gordon will find something else to throw away and there won’t be any room.
The Book That Will Not End
The book has crossed 83 K. It’s 350 pages in Word, which means it’s longer than Magic Claims. It’s a full novel as of now, and we still have probably about 25-30K to go. This will be a long book. Mod R has read it. She got the partial manuscript yesterday, and apparently she didn’t sleep, so it’s not too boring.
This is very reassuring, because for a while now I’ve been playing with the idea of writing it out and then hiding it. It’s different than our usual work, and since I’m too in it to adequately assess if it’s good or not, the idea of getting it out of my brain and not showing it to anyone felt kind of nice.
I literally can’t stop working on this book. We are due to write some side stuff for the holidays and no, there is no other writing. No blog posts, no snippets. There is nothing but this book, this world, and the only way to get rid of it is to offload it onto the page. Get it down and then we will be free and we can move on.
We are going to need maps. All the maps. We need to commission someone who knows Inkarnate, but before that can happen, I have to make some kind of a rough map in Inkarnate for them to follow as a guide.
It would easy, except I have the artistic ability of a spoon. But then even the basic map is better than just description. Mage Tower goes here. The Docks go there. She dies right there. How hard could it be, right?