<p>Shaw/dte, that’s awesome.
Sending med school mojo, drink fixing and hand holding to all who need any of the above. Sending the bus to help y’all define social drinking ;)</p>
<p>Moda, “summer” finally made an appearance in these parts too…I at least got to enjoy a warm night’s swim sat night…though not until after a trip to the tenants to fix the garage door.</p>
<p>The property manager’s garage door guy couldn’t be bothered to make a night call, and the woman’s car was stuck in the garage with a meeting she had to go to this a.m. So mch, mcson and I went over and fixed it.</p>
<p>She’s so sweet and such a good tenant I truly didn’t mind a bit, though I feel the property manager really should have handled it Since that’s what we entrust them to do. She has another six mos. on her 18-mo lease but has asked if the house will be available to renew for another year in April (for her, yes ;)</p>
<p>In other news, I’ve been mucking about with a fiction novel for the last 20 years, most recently converting the entire narrative to limited third person, which is horrifically tedious. My writer’s group has been hassling me to finish it for McSon’s bday because he too has harassed me for years about it. Well, this week we didn’t have quite the same grueling hours as all summer because the third of the big deadline projects is finished.</p>
<p>So in a move that even surprised myself, I finished the conversion
It needs a deep clean for sure and I still have a few weeks to do so before the birthday deadline, but its actually kind of weird to have just up and finished it.</p>
<p>It’s kinda late in life to be shopping a first fiction novel and I’m pretty clear I’m not likely to ever quit my day job, which, frankly is more lucrative than what average long-form fiction typically pays, but I’ve decided it might try to shop it anyway as something of a retirement lottery/hobby
Way back when I wrote the first ten chapters, someone in my writers group of the day had given it to a Canadian literary critic who liked it, but at the time that psyched me out. (When you’re a news journalist by day, the idea of publishing fiction is a little daunting as it goes against the ingrained “controlled voice” and objectivity.)</p>
<p>The guys in my writers group have been harassing me so much to finish it because they want me to start something new. (Quite likely because its chc lit and they’re old genre guys who are mystified by the workings of women ;). Since I had made a deathbed promise to my dad to finish it (yes, that was seven years ago ;)) I felt I kinda ought to before starting something new. </p>
<p>So here I am, almost ready to start something new. Not quite sure what to do with myself
Hi ho!</p>