Interesting weather, Iowa.
Yesterday I drove to work on travel-not-recommended highway 30. Drifts higher than my car sprayed white powder overhead. I dodged a minivan that laid across the right lane. White out conditions turned the trip into guess work about 1/3 of the time. And yet, I live.
Then, yesterday afternoon, the sun came out for a little while. Oh yeah. I felt like a basking cat trying to solar cell the rays for all I was worth.
Today, we’re back to the grim gray. Still, some sun is better than no sun.
Last night, the younger brother called. He’s the only member of the family I’m not estranged from, so he’s my conduit for news. Looks like the mother is developing some heart trouble, and there will be tests. Nothing life-threatening at this time, but it will prevent her from having some needful foot surgery.
It becomes apparent that in spite of my best efforts, the troll book will not be completed by my January deadline. The day job has needed a lot of time-consuming and energy-consuming triage. I am a victim of Kirkwood’s success. It’s been a very busy but rewarding time as an administrator.
The only thing that I can do as a writer is to forge ahead and be grateful that I don’t have a deadline from a publisher. I am disappointed to admit defeat. At least it’s an honorable defeat, because I’ve been working pretty much every moment I’ve had free.
Soon, I hope to do an overview post about my writing plans for the year, with a little restructuring.
Discouraged, yes, but not done yet.