And then called a Lyft the next morning (yay morning commute surge pricing, oy) before the cops could decide the car (clearly marked "breakdown, please do not tow" on the dash) needed to be impounded.
Thanks to the long-distance aid of Jim C, mechanic-on-call, I was able to determine that yes, there was coolant leaking, and figure out the approximate location of said leak, although not the specifics (huzzah for small hands and elbows that bend, when you need to reach onto the guts of a (cooled) car engine. But that required being towed to a repair place (since the one I'd called that morning never got back to me), and cooling my heels for several hours until they told me the extent (and cost) of the damage.
I am very tempted to do a "one month, one shot, if we hit $X I will give you guys a novella" car repair fundraiser - except between my patreon and the novel revisions and the new book, I just on't have the story-brain for it.
I wonder how much one slightly-used liver would go for on the black market?
Hi, July. Another month of Holy Shit So Much to Do. I am contemplating backing out of some tentative-not-yet-firmed commitments (work and other), but I'm not sure if that's Common Sense speaking, or Inertia....
Also, I had a morning migraine (a mild stabbity in the brainpan), and decisions are probably not best made under those condition, yeah?
Anyway, the Imitrex was at a small enough dose to not make me throw up, but not quite enough to kill the migraine, so it made itself at home just above my ears and periodically stabbed me with a frozen-hot icepick. I made it through the work-day nonetheless. Pretty sure none of our guests realized I was one loud noise away from killing them...
(thankfully, the small child who came in with their parents toward the end of shift was delightful, and quiet.)
I really should finish off the two pending editing-things tonight before I pass out.
I probably won't, tho.
I should probably go stare at something dinner-like...
Three years. The only time in all that that could even be considered a vacation was the road trip to Yellowstone, and that was at LEAST 80% of me being "okay, what do I need to do/see/learn for the book?" rather than "hey, this looks like fun."
No wonder I'm so damn run down.
And my plans for a birthday trip have been tabled once again, for the combined reasons of work-needs, finance, and political uncertainty, yay.
There's a lot taking a "mental health day" can do. But only for so long.
Lawless Lands is On the Loose!
Changements de latitudes, changements d'attitude
A little Devil's West Updatery
Meanwhile, my sister and brother-in-law and his mother were in town for a family member's 90th birthday party, so it was good to see them and all the mishpocha (extended family of blood and marriage) from his side. The weather was warm (HOT, by Seattle standards) but they seemed to be enjoying it. I took one day off to play semi-local tour guide, and then hid in the tasting room all weekend. You have to keep wineries/tasting rooms cool, to keep the wine stored in back (much of it in barrels) cool. A useful hint, next time you get stuck in a heat wave....
Busy week ahead. Thankfully, temps are supposed to drop 15-20 degrees back to Seattle-normal by tomorrow. And not a moment too soon...
(as soon as other outlets have it up, I'll do the formal and important "where to buy everywhere" update for those of us who prefer to buy elsewhere)
But this means I can (finally!) show you the nifty new cover by artist Emma Rios, who did an amazing job capturing so much of the Devil's West in one illustration....
(seriously: I gasped when I first saw the sketch. As much as I loved the first take by Palencar, showing us Izzy in all her glorious non-Anglo self, this hits the spirit of the Territory, dead on.)
And no, I have no idea if they will be repackaging SILVER ON THE ROAD as well. Nobody tells the author nuthin' until it's already underway....
For those new to the game, every week we're given a word (the "book quote for Wednesday") and challenged to come up with an excerpt from our work to match it.
This week, the word is "short," and I'm sharing a bit from the ongoing "cat noirish" (really!) serial I'm creating over on Patreon....
Still, I was up. And short of curling on the seashell-upholstered sofa and reading a tatty paperback all day, I might as well go see if the alleged crime scene gave up anything more under direct daylight.
Patreon stuff to get done, too, and harass my editor once again about my not-yet-arrived revision letter. And CampCon starts on Wednesday!
And, in all this, CatofSize has decided to be a grouchy old bear, including giving the Kitten a what-for at the foot of the bed, at 4 this morning. Thankfully, even half-asleep I know better than to put my hand into a catfight, but my voice was enough to send them running for opposite sides of the apartment. and then I had to spend half an hour calming both of them down.
They're still not particularly on speaking terms, but there hasn't been a repeat of open hostilities. This happens every now and again - the rest of the time they're affectionately tolerant of each other, which is about as good as you can hope for, with two unrelated male cats of different ages (CoS is 14, the Kitten is 4). I suspect I will wake up tomorrow with everything back to normal. I hope so, anyway. Two 4am wakeups in the row, an I might forget I really don't want to dropkick them out the sliding doors.
Tomorrow: more work on the novella-in-progress, hopefully handle some other work-stuff, stop by the Tasting Room to prep for the weekend and have an informational interview with someone about the wine industry, go into Seattle for dinner-and-movie with friends.
Saturday: full shift at the tasting room. Work on the novella is there's brain left, after.
Sunday: full shift at the tasting room. Work on the novella is there's brain left, after.
Monday: finish the novella and send it out for the polish-readers. Maybe catch Wonder Woman in the local theater. Random winery office work, as needed. Prep for new Book-work.
And people wonder why I drink so much coffee?
(nah. Nobody wonders why)
And all of that without insults, straw men, or painful spelling errors!
(in fact, it took on the tone of a Sunday morning one-upmanship contest along the lines of "but wait! I have another relevant fact on that!" With emphasis on both relevant and fact.)
(I'm tired of straight white women saying it too, but for different reasons)
Yes, you whinger, it is. But your demographic is part of WHY shit's fucked up, so either help us fix it, or get the fuck out of the way.