Today I will attempt to write amidst chaos.
Yesterday, our upstairs toilet overflowed. As in, water flowing through the ceiling downstairs.
Yeah. Imagine how thrilled I was when, just as I sat down for my writing time (I kid you not; it happened JUST THEN), I heard water where water shouldn't have been.
And there it was. Pouring through the ceiling vent in the downstairs bathroom. Dazzling its spectators by ripping open a seam in the guest room ceiling and producing a third spout inside the closet.
A breathtaking display.
The insurance company is now our best friend, and today the repair work begins. First step? Drying everything out. Which means lots of big, industrial fans and a couple of dehumidifiers. Running constantly for the next three days.
Did you catch that? Running. Constantly. On two floors.
Now, picture me trying to write. Picture me trying to think, for that matter. Or chat quietly with Mr. A. Or, um, sleep.
My favorite coffee shop is only six minutes up the road. And it's calling my name. Screaming, actually.
Except. It's too cold to move. I don't even want to go outside to fetch the mail.
So. Noise? Or freezedom?
And no, I don't have earbuds for my Sansa.
Guess I'd better figure out what to do, yes? At any rate, I'm looking forward to Monday's brouhaha (I mean Secret Agent contest). I know there's going to be a mad (mad mad mad) rush, so PLEASE, dearest fellow authors, PLEASE don't enter unless you are confident that your manuscript is in query-able shape.
Have a warm-as-you-can-be weekend! (And if you live in the tropics, don't tell me.)