Apr 202014
 

MWPLinda Prather contacted me last week and invited me to participate in something called the “My Writing Process” blog tour.  Linda is a great author, and I’m proud to say, a good friend, as well.  She is the author of the Jacody Ives Mysteries, and the Catherine Mans psychic suspense novels (some of my personal favorites), and recently participated in a marketing her novel “The Gifts” as one of “The Deadly Dozen”, a boxed set of twelve mysteries and thrillers by some of the best writers in their fields.  It was this boxed set that recently landed her the coveted titles of “USA Today Best Selling Author” and “New York Times Best Selling Author”.  Yeah, I wanna be like Linda when I grow up.  Smile

To see what Linda had to say about her writing process, check out her blog post here.

Now, for the blog tour itself.  The  ”My Writing Process” blog tour is where various authors answer four particular questions about how and why they write what they do.  It’s always the same four questions, but as you might imagine, the answers are as varied as the authors themselves.  Curious about it, I looked it up and tried tracing it back to see if I could find the origins of this tour.  HAH!  After finding literally hundreds of entries spanning back over at least three years, I finally gave up.  This thing is simply too huge and widespread to find an origin.  I can imagine someone one day asking an author, “Hey, how do you write the stuff you write?” and from there becoming a tradition of sorts.

Whatever its origins, I am honored to have been asked.   Thanks for inviting me along, Linda.   Big Smile

Now, on to the questions of the tour…

 

MY WRITING PROCESS

1) What are you currently working on?

I have a few irons in the fire at the moment.  My main project right now is Chucklers.  It’s a collaborative apocalyptic/horror novel that I’m writing with horror writer, and good friend, Edward Lorn.  Ed approached me with the idea of expanding on a premise he wrote in his short story “He Who Laughs Last” from his story collection, What the Dark Brings. After talking a bit, I think we both got pretty excited about where it looked like the story was going to go, and we dove in.  Recently, we realized that Chucklers is a much larger story than we anticipated, and it looks like it’s going to end up as a trilogy.

I also have a sequel to my first novel in the works.  I’m working on it under the working title of “Year 12″, and as is the nature of working titles, it may or may not change.  It will be the story of Zachary Dawcett, the young boy who was kidnapped in the last part of Half Past Midnight.  As the title implies, it is set twelve years after the Doomsday War of HPM, and Zachary is a young man now, in a world struggling to rebuild.

And finally, I have something new.  WC1 is my manuscript code for a more traditional SF novel.  I wrote a little bit about it in an earlier post.  I like to call it “military sci-fi – light”.  Smile  I don’t have a military background, and what I have in mind is going to be considerably different from what most people would think of when they hear the words “military science fiction”.  But it will definitely be science fiction, and will deal with a war, so for now… military sci-fi light.

 

2) How does your work differ from others in its genre?

First of all, I don’t think genre really applies to me. In this breakneck paced world of e-books and self publishing, many authors no longer seem to stick to a single genre.  I know that has always been the case to a certain extent, but it is so much more common now, and I’m nothing if not common.   Razz

Currently, I dabble in several genres; post-apocolyptic, cyberpunk, horror, science fiction, and am even considering writing a reference book for writers.  So let me address the question as a matter of writing style; How does my work differ from others?

Something that I try to do in all my work is to bring an air of inner strength to my characters.  Whether the story is about a family in a near future east Texas after a nuclear war, or a female detective three hundred years in the future, I try to make my main characters as independent and resourceful as I can.  And then I try to test their limits.  Wink

I’m also a bit of a research junkie.  I strive to bring as much realism into my settings as I can.  I once spent three days researching atmospheric density, Rayliegh scattering, types of photosynthesis, stellar classifications and the frequency of the various star types in our galaxy, molecular composition of translucent atmospheric particulates… all to see what color the sky might be in the world of a short story I was writing for an anthology.

 

3) Why do you write what you do?

As strange as it sounds, I think I want to help people.  I want to write stories that show readers that everyone can be a hero.  You don’t have to be a hulking mass of muscle to win the day, as long as you embrace your inner strengths.  I’ve mentioned it before, but much of my writing is influenced by my martial arts training, as is my life in general.  

I learned early on that there are advantages and disadvantages to all physical attributes.  If you’re tall and muscular, you likely have a longer reach and body strength.  But a smaller, lighter person is likely faster, and can be trained to take advantage of a larger person’s higher center of gravity, unbalancing their opponent.  It’s a lesson I learned early in life when someone half my size wiped the mat with me during a judo randori.  That was roughly forty years ago, and the lesson has stuck.

I’ve seen too many people (including yours truly) underestimate the abilities of their opponents, as well as their own abilities, whether they be physical or intellectual.  I want my stories to get people to think outside the box.  I want them to realize their own strengths and weaknesses, to ask themselves, “could I do that in that situation?”  I want people to keep the thought in the back of their minds that there are often unorthodox solutions to common problems, if only you are willing to embrace them.  I want them to realize that they don’t have to rely on someone else to be the hero of their story–that heroes are often just ordinary people who are willing to step up and face the crap that life throws at them.

 

4) How does your writing process work?

It varies.  (I suppose that shows that I’m still pretty new to the writing business.)  I’ve had instances where a story comes to me pretty much full-blown, beginning to end, all at once.  There is one currently on my “to do” list that came to me in a dream one night.  It was an entire story that I woke up with and scrambled to get on paper before it left me.  There are others where I have nothing but a specific scene or idea that I have to think about for a long time before the actual story comes to me.  For instance, my short story The Burning Land (the one for which I did all the atmospheric research), in the Explorers: Beyond the Horizon anthology, also started because of a dream.  (I wrote about the process of that one in more detail in an earlier blog post.)  For now, I’ll just say that I awoke from a dream about a story, and the dream led me down a days-long rabbit hole of research that I found so fascinating that I believe I will likely revisit the world later on to expand the setting of The Burning Land into a full length novel.

And yes, I am definitely a research junkie.  I get carried away with my world building to the point that most of what I write in notes never makes it to the final manuscript.  I’m sure it’s a common frustration with writers–you spend hours and hours writing notes so that you know the world of your story inside and out, only to have most of it end up on the metaphorical cutting room floor.  But in my opinion, it is a necessity.  As the author you have to know your world in minute detail, but you don’t want to burden the reader with extraneous information that doesn’t really contribute to the story you’re writing.

And I’m now learning about writing with another author.  Collaboration writing is much different from anything I’ve done up to now.  It’s exciting, exhilarating, and incredibly satisfying to see the words fly almost effortlessly onto the page.   And working with a good partner helps keep the story fresh.  I’m lucky enough to be working with someone who thinks a lot like I do, yet different enough that we often surprise one another with what we come up with.  It keeps the story fresh and exciting for us while we write it.  The only problem is scheduling, and that is something that can always be worked through.

So that’s it.  There are my answers to the “My Writing Process” questions.  And now it’s time for me to pass the baton.  I’d like to introduce you to three authors whose work I have read and enjoyed.  They have accepted the invitation to post a bit about their writing processes, so watch for their blog posts next Monday (April 28) to see how they approach the craft of writing.

So next week, watch for…

 

 

EDWARD LORN

Ed LornEdward Lorn is an American horror author presently residing in the southeast United States. He enjoys storytelling, reading, and writing biographies in the third person.

Once upon a time, during a session of show and tell, a seven-year-old Edward Lorn shared with his class that his baby brother had died over the weekend. His classmates, the teacher included, wept while he recounted the painful tragedy of having lost a sibling. Edward went home that day and found an irate mother waiting for him. Edward’s teacher had called to express her condolences. This was unfortunate, as Edward had never had a baby brother.

With advice given to her by a frustrated teacher, Edward’s mother made him start writing all of his lies down. The rest, as they say, is history.

Edward Lorn and his wife are raising two children, along with a handful of outside cats and a beagle named Dot. He remains a liar to this day. The only difference is, now he’s a useful one.

Visit Ed at his blog, twitter, or Facebook.

 

 

JUSTIN R. MACUMBER

Justin 01Justin Macumber is the author of Haywire, A Minor Magic, and the newly released Still Water.  Justin was the founder and host of the popular Dead Robots’ Society podcast, having only recently stepped down as host to spend more time on his writing.  He is still a co-host on The Hollywood Outsider, a weekly podcast about movies and television and does weekly TV Talk chats for Grimm and Sleepy Hollow.

He and his lovely wife live in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex along with their motley pack of dogs and cats that they think of as their children.

Visit Justin at his website, on twitter, or on Facebook.

 

 

MARY FAN

Mary Fan

Mary Fan is the author of the Jane Colt sci-fi series, published by Red Adept Publishing. The first book of her Young Adult dystopian fantasy series, Flynn Nightsider, will be released in 2015 by Glass House Press. (For a taste of the world of Flynn Nightsider, check out her newly released novella, The Firedragon.)  And Part One of her Young Adult fairytale series, Fated Stars, will be released 2015, also by Glass House Press.

A resident of New Jersey, Mary currently works in financial marketing. She has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember and especially enjoys the infinite possibilities and out-of-this-world experiences of science fiction and fantasy. In her spare time (when she has any), she enjoys kickboxing, opera singing, and exploring new things—she’ll try almost anything once.

Mary graduated Magna cum Laude from Princeton University in 2010 with a Bachelor of the Arts in Music, specializing in composition. Although she is currently focusing on writing, music is still her first love, and so in her spare time she composes songs and soundtracks.  You can follow her at her blog, on twitter, or on Facebook.

And that’s it for tonight.  Stay safe everyone.   Bye

Apr 162014
 

home-02My alarm goes off at five o’clock every morning, Monday through Friday (barring holidays and vacations).  I get out of my bed, get into my shower, get ready for work, go into my kitchen to get a lunch out of my refrigerator or freezer, go through my front door, down my sidewalk to my driveway where I get in my car to go to work.

Why all the emphasis on “my“?  Because tomorrow we sign the papers finalizing the sale of our house.  As of tomorrow afternoon, it will no longer be my house.  That occurred to me as I got out of bed this morning and it was an odd feeling.  home-08This is the house where we raised our youngest two kids during their most formative years.  It’s where we’ve had friends and family over for festive holidays, raucous game nights, pleasant dinners, and fun barbeques for the last thirteen years.  It feels strange to think that our home for more than a decade will tomorrow belong to someone else, and that for the next few nights, we will be staying in their home.

It’s not a bad feeling.  It’s just… odd.

home-19And after this weekend, my wife and I will begin a new phase of our lives together.  My better half put it into perspective a week or two back.  I don’t recall her exact words, but it was something like, “Let’s not worry so much about what might happen.  Let’s not be afraid of doing something wrong, and instead, let’s concentrate on enjoying whatever comes our way.”

She’s a smart woman, that one.  Wink

So we move out this weekend.  We’ll be moving in with family for a short time while we look for a new home… a new place to start a new phase of our lives.  And we’re determined to face it with open eyes, open minds, and open hearts.  Wish us luck.  Heh

Writing news -

A few minor changes since my last post… first, it looks like my writing partner, Ed Lorn, may be about ready to jump back into Chucklers sooner than anticipated.  Between his projects, and my moving, it was beginning to look like the novel was going to get put on the back burner soon.  However, we had a quick discussion about it, and it looks like we may be picking it back up in just a few more weeks.  At this point, my only real concern is that I’ll be unable to keep up with Ed’s prolific writing pace.

Also, I’ve been invited to participate in something called the “My Writing Process” blog tour next Monday (April 21).  It’s an interesting little exercise wherein authors answer a few questions about how and why they write what they do, then invite other authors to follow them.  Thinking about it, I suppose it’s a bit like the old Faberge shampoo commercial.  You write your post, then ask some other authors to participate, and they ask some more, ”…and so on, and so on, and so on…”

I can see how it could become like the Song That Never Ends, an amorphous, never-ending entity,  winding its way through the ages.  Sounds like fun.   ROTFL   So watch for my contribution to the beast next Monday.

That’s all for now.  Have a great weekend, and as always, stay safe.  Bye

Apr 042014
 

Zandy-02Yep. Lots of changes.  First and foremost, I’ve gained a new daughter.  Last month, my son got married to a wonderful young woman, whose only fault seems to be that she was insane enough to tie herself into this family.  So here’s to insanity and happiness.  May it last them for the rest of their lives. Heart

And there are other changes in the Brackett household.  As a matter of fact, one of the biggest upcoming changes IS the Brackett household.  See, we’re in the process of getting ready to move.  When we first moved into our current home, our family unit was considerably larger.  There was me, my wife, my mother-in-law (whose back surgeries were beginning to get the better of her), a son, daughter, a dog, and a cat.  We also have other family that we wanted to be able to accommodate if they wanted to visit and needed a place to stay, so we found a nice house, big enough for our needs–six bedrooms, game room, lots of entertainment space–it’s been a great house.

Fast forward thirteen years… my mother-in-law has passed on, the kids have grown and moved out, and it’s just me, my better half, and two dogs in that big ole’ house, and we decided it’s time to downsize.  So we put the house on the market, and it sat for several weeks with a showing here and there, but no hard nibbles until a few weeks ago.  Then, suddenly, it went from “Hey, there’s someone who might be interested…” to “Hey, is April 17th a good day for closing?”  Shock

That was just over a week ago, and needless to say, we’ve been scrambling ever since.  But here’s the real kicker… we don’t have a house to move into yet. We’re in one of those domino situations where we have to sell our existing house before we can afford to get another house.  Luckily, my sister and brother-in-law are in a similar living situation, their two sons having moved out a few years back, and they’ve offered to let us stay with them while we look for a new home.  In the meantime, there are all sorts of arrangements to be made on utilities, packing, storage, etc.  It’s going to be a frantic few weeks.

On the writing front, there are things a-brewin’.  Wink

HPM and R2R (audio books) – I’ve taken the plunge, and have contracted with the talented Corey Snow to do audio versions of Half Past Midnight, and The Road to Rejas.  This is something I actually started on almost two months ago, and the work on HPM is at this time just a few weeks away from completion.  Corey has an amazing voice (one of the female betas I sent a sample to, mentioned something about dampened undergarments)  Shock  and he’s doing a great job with it.  I’ve been listening to the uploads on my commute to and from work, and I’ve noticed a few things.  One is how much work Corey puts in to his performances.  The guy is an amazing professional.

The other thing I noticed is of a more introspective nature.  I’m listening to my debut novel.  (My debut novel… it sounds like such a strange thing to say.)  It was something that began as a private exercise back in the 90′s – something that I never expected to actually publish.  Writing was just something that I liked to do.  It wasn’t like anyone was ever going to want to read it.  And that manuscript was picked up and put down so many times over the next several years that it’s amazing that it was ever completed.  Career changes… kids… just life changes in general, continually kept me from even considering doing anything more than writing as a hobby.

Not worthyAnd now, I’m listening to someone putting voice to my first novel.  It’s surreal in some ways.  It’s humbling in others.  Even as I listen to what Corey has sent me, I can recognize a younger me in the words–a less experience me.  I listen and think, “I could have done that so much better.”

I think that’s a good thing.  Now that I’m taking my writing seriously, I can see the growth in my work.  Like I said… a good thing.  And while HPM will always hold a very special place in my heart, I can’t help but wish I had done a better job with it.

Don’t get me wrong. I know better than to spend time worrying about what I might have done.  And I’m sure not going to go back and rewrite it.  HPM is the past.  But Y12?  I’m confident that Y12 is going to be much better.  I’ve learned so much from so many talented people, that I can’t help but think that with each piece of writing I produce, I will grow in this craft that I’ve come to love.  And someday, I’ll be able to point to a body of work with real pride.  Maybe I’ll feel more worthy when someone contacts me and tells me that they like my writing.  Because to be perfectly honest, I’m not there yet.  I’m thankful, yes.  But I still feel like Wayne and Garth, bowing and scraping before Alice Cooper.  I feel I’m “not worthy!”  Smile

Ghost Story – I’ve already mentioned in previous posts that Ghost Story is completed.  You’ll note that the progress meter on that title (right hand widget bar) is now green and has been moved to the bottom of the list for now, pending input from the editor.  You’ll also note that there are a few more projects listed.

Chucklers face onlyChucklers - The apocalyptic horror collaboration with Edward Lorn has been moving pretty well… sort of.  Unfortunately, Ed has gotten very busy with other projects, and says it looks like he’s going to be tied up for quite some time.  Luckily, we decided to write the novel from the point of view of several dispersed characters and groups.  That means I can continue to move forward with my characters for a while, without much input from him.  And he’s such a freaking fast writer, that he should be able to catch up to me with very little effort once he gets a chance to jump back in.  So I’ll continue moving ahead with it for a while, as long as the story keeps my attention.

The only bad thing about this is that Ed and I found that working with one another seemed to speed up our output.  There was something about being able to bounce ideas and chapters off one another that kept the story hopping for us.  It became almost a game, each of us laughing as we came up with ways to help one another in the scenes we were working on, interacting in a way that somehow made the work better than just the sum of its parts.  I’ll miss that.

But the story is a good one, and I do want to see it through.  I’m having fun, finding new characters along the way, and new ways to torment them.  Yep, that’s me, the kid with the magnifying glass on the ant hill.  Wink  Chucklers is still my highest priority project at the moment, but with Ed dropping out for a while, the urgency is considerably lessened.  So I’ve opened up a few other projects that I’ve been keeping on the back burner…

Y12 prelimYear 12 – Yes, the long promised sequel to Half Past Midnight is finally going to become a reality.  The story has been banging around in my head long enough, and it’s gotten pretty insistent on being released.  So I’ve finally opened a new folder on the computer, and am beginning the process of bringing Zach’s story to life.  I have a cast of characters, an overall story arc, some interesting side plotlines, and most of the story itself ready and waiting to be told.  This is going to be a new way of writing for me, since I have traditionally been a “pantser” in my writing.  This will be the first time that I’ll be working on a story that is already mostly formed in my head.

I suppose that’s to be expected, since I’ve continuously been kicking it to the back burner for about two years now.  Every time I started to work on it, something else came up and took priority.  But in each instance, I spent more time thinking about what was going to happen, until finally last summer I pretty much knew the whole story line.  Just a few weeks ago, I was discussing it with my wife.  There was a final plot element that I couldn’t figure out… an underlying motivation for a major plot sequence.  And in her typical fashion, my wife was able to break it down into a more basic question for me, pointing out that I had been unnecessarily complicating things.  Once I viewed it from her suggested POV, everything fell into place.

WC1 – This one is a new project.  It’s a more traditional science fiction tale that I had the idea for back in 2011.  I took a bunch of notes, and wrote a first chapter… and then promptly lost it.  Frown  Recently, I found those notes, and part of that first chapter again.  There was still quite a bit of it missing, but the parts that I recovered really excited me.  When I read through the notes, the idea for the whole story really grabbed my attention.  Wow!  It was actually a good idea!  Who knew I could come up with something that could catch my attention not only as a writer, but as a reader?  It was good enough that after I re-read the chapter fragment, I was pissed that there wasn’t more to read.  And that tells me that I need to get it written.  Wink  So the code name for this new title is WC1, and it promises to be quite a ride.

All right.  That’s enough for now.  It’s time to get back to work.  So as always, stay safe people.  Bye

PS – It was brought to my attention a few weeks ago, that the comment option on my blog wasn’t working, and that no one was able to leave comments.  I believe that has finally (hopefully) been fixed.  I would appreciate it if some of you would leave a short comment here to confirm.  Especially someone who has never commented on the blog before.  There are some settings that seem to affect people who have never posted more stringently than those who have.  And if you find that you CAN’T leave a post, please drop me an email at “jlbDOTauthorATgmailDOTcom”.

Thanks, everyone.

Feb 102014
 

BICHOK Baby2BICHOK.  If you’re a writer, you may know the acronym.  For those of you who don’t, it’s “butt in chair, hands on keyboard”.  Simply put, it means quit making excuses, and get back to writing.  Post holidays, I’ve been slow to get back into my writing.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve been working on it.  But my progress has been glacially slow, and to be perfectly honest, I’ve felt less than inspired.  It came to a head this last weekend.  If you are a member of the RoTaNoWriMo writer’s group on Facebook, you may have seen my post about gathering the numbers for tax season.  Since it is a private group though, many of you won’t have seen it.  So…

I’ve been gathering the numbers for taxes this weekend, and I’ve been paying special attention to the credit and debit columns that are related to my writing for 2013. There are a few things that this has hammered home for me.

First, 2012 (my first year as a published author) was a fluke. I had an unusually successful year, clearing much more than I had a right to expect. I knew it at the time, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hope in my heart of hearts for a repeat.

Needless to say, 2013 was nowhere near as successful. Now, my writing did pay for two major trips that I would never have been able to afford otherwise (including a week at WorldCon… W00T!), and I did still end up in the black (barely), but two days of catching up on the paperwork definitely drives home the point that you don’t write because you want to get rich. You write because there is something within that won’t let you NOT write.

So no, I won’t be quitting my day job to follow a lucrative writing deal. At least, not this year.

Of course, there’s always next year!  Smile

 

Yeah, I couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed.  But then, on my way to work this morning I heard something that put my year in a little bit better focus…

Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a long time follower of The Dead Robots’ Society podcast.  I found them a few years ago and quickly went through every single past episode, soaking up the trials and tribulations of the hosts as they evolved from writing enthusiasts to writing professionals.  I learned a lot from them, even as the hosts shuffled in and out.  One of the newer hosts, Paul Cooley, is someone I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a few times.  He is a horror writer, writing more psychological horror than gore, and he’s really good.  I’ve actually gone so far as to get a signed hardback of one of his books, something I VERY seldom spring for, so that tells you how much I like the guy’s writing.

So what’s the big deal about Paul Cooley, you might ask?  And what does he have to do with whether or not I had a bad year with my writing?  Just this… I was listening to the latest podcast on my way in to work and something Paul said in passing put my Facebook lamentations into perspective.  Paul mentioned that one of his goals as a writer is to bring his LLC (Shadow Publications) into the black, because it’s “still deep in the red”.

In other words, one of the guys I consider to be a decent role model in the writing field is struggling just as much as I am.  That realization started me to thinking.  I need to stop worrying so much about how well or how poorly I’m doing with my writing financially.  Instead, I need to count my blessings, put my head down, and get my ass back in gear.

So this is me, BICHOK.  Tonight, I knocked out another four or five hundred words on the Chucklers novel.  It’s not as much as I would have liked, but it’s progress.  I also did a bit of research for an upcoming scene.

Additionally, I’ve been listening to auditions for a narrator for the upcoming Half Past Midnight and Road to Rejas audio books.

And Year 12 (the HPM sequel) planning and note taking has begun.  There’s also a new story banging around in my head – something quite different for me… a possible urban fantasy.

So here is my battle cry…  If you’re a writer, say it with me…

BICHOK!!!

Jan 182014
 

My NemisisToday was one of those days… I woke up thinking I was going to get a chance to jump into my writing with both feet.  My better half went in to work for several hours, and I had decided to get straight to work on Chucklers.  By the time I woke up around 9AM, my wife had already been at work a few hours.  What can I say? I’m a lazy bum.

So I got up, got in the shower… and that was about the last thing that went right for me for the next several hours.

Getting out of the shower, I accidentally kicked the threshold at the bottom of the shower door.  You know the one that has the little rubber gasket to keep the shower from leaking all over the floor while you’re in there splashing around?  Well, I kicked it hard enough to leave it hanging by a tiny string of double-stick tape, which is evidently how they put the stupid things on.

Now, if you read my blog post from yesterday, you know that we’re in the midst of trying to sell the house.  Last night we received a showing request for tomorrow morning, and that meant that I HAD to repair the thing today.

I went ahead and removed the thing the rest of the way, took it to the local hardware big box store to see if they could help me, and found a very helpful gentleman in the plumbing area who explained to me how they are attached, and how to go about repairing it.  Yeah, he was helpful right up to the point where he pointed out how old the rubber was on the gasket that was attached to the metal threshold… and then proceeded to rip a section to shreds to prove his point.  And of course, he didn’t have the proper gasket to replace it with in the store.

So now I have a threshold that I kicked loose from the shower door, a rubber gasket that is partially ripped off of the threshold, and I am even farther away from repairing the door than I was when I walked into the store.  Frown

Went to a total of five hardware stores and one glass specialty store before I (hopefully) found a solution.  Got back home after more than three hours of searching and got a call from my wife letting me know that she was on her way home, and wanting to know if I would like to go to lunch with her.  “Sure, I should be able to get the door repaired by the time you make it home.”

I should have known better.  Giggle

So I spent some time cleaning the shower door where I would have to reattach the threshold, then took the old threshold out into the garage so I wouldn’t get the bathroom dirty while I cleaned the old gunk off of it.  As I was beginning to clean the threshold, I got a text on the phone.  It was another request to see the house.  And the appointment was less than an hour away.  Eek!

Now, I know I told my wife that I should be able to put the thing together in a short time, but between the pressure of someone coming to see the house, and the way that Murphy had been screwing with me, I was more than a little worried about getting in the middle of the repairs and having something else go wrong.  So I called my wife, explained my concerns and we decided to simply leave the threshold off of the shower door until after the showing.

She got home, we did a quick pick up through the house, packed Bella and Cricket into the car, and vacated the premises.  Things seemed to be going great for a while.  We hit a barbecue drive-through for lunch and took the girls to the local park.  We got back home after the appointment, and I finally got the threshold repaired.

The other project I was going to tackle was a crack in the wall above the door of one of the upstairs bedrooms.  Not a big deal, but over the course of thirteen or fourteen years, a house tends to settle a bit.  My wife had patched the crack while I was repairing the shower, and after a while it was ready for the texture.  Our house has that orange peel texture that is so common, and it’s only in the last year or so that I’ve learned to do a halfway decent job of matching it.  So after she had patched and sanded the crack, I came upstairs and sprayed the texture over the area, blending it relatively well with the rest of the wall.

Violà!  We were finally finished with the day’s projects.  But Murphy wasn’t quite finished toying with us yet.

We decided that after all the fun of the day, we deserved a bit of a break.  We were kicked back, sitting in the living room downstairs, just relaxing for a bit when I commented to my wife that I must have the fumes of the texture on me or in my nose because I can still smell it.  But she could smell it too, and it was pretty strong.  We realized that we couldn’t leave that smell permeating the house.  We have another showing tomorrow morning.  (sigh)

So my wife has a pot that she puts on the stove before a showing.  (Bear with me, this is relevant, I promise!)  In that pot she mixes water, cloves and cinnamon, and perhaps a few herbs or something.  I honestly don’t know everything she puts in it, I just call it “smell-gooder”.  All I know is that I love the way the house smells when she puts that pot on to boil.

So she put the pot on, and soon the chemical fumes of the texture are drowned out by the pleasant aroma from the kitchen.  By that time, it was nearly 5:30 and I went up to my office to do a little writing.  About an hour later the house began to smell again, but with a different odor this time.  She had forgotten that she had put the smell-gooder on the stove, and it had completely boiled away and begun to fill the kitchen with smoke!   Eek!

She got the pot into the sink, and the crisis was averted, (although she’s afraid she may have ruined one of the nice pans left to her by her mother).  But here I am, wondering what I did to deserve Murphy’s attention today.  It was supposed to have been a nice, relaxing day of writing and a few minor projects.  Instead, it was one mess up after another.

I think I’m going to send Murphy a letter asking him to let me know when my next appointment with him might be.  Whenever it is, I think I’ll just pull the blanket up over my head and sleep through the day.  That way I can’t screw anything up.

So avoid Murphy, folks.  And stay safe!  Bye