Sorry ladies and gents.
Even now, it’s after 9PM, almost past Wednesday completely. But I really don’t want to miss another one, so here’s a quick rundown of what’s been going on…
I was given the green light to talk about the anthology story I’m working on. It’s for Severed Press, and is an anthology for their dinosaur market. Initially, I thought I would write the story of the first group of scientists that came through the Pangaea portal in the Pangaea: Exiles story. It was briefly mentioned in the book, but never really fleshed out. Since they said they don’t really want that story, (opting instead for something totally different), it’s a story that may never be written.
So that’s one more thing that I’m working on.
And someone else has contacted me about a sekrit projekt… someone whose writing I really admire, and who I know and respect on a more personal basis. They wanted to know if I would be interested in co-writing a novel in their universe. Now let me tell you something here folks – there really aren’t that many series that I get into enough to read (or listen to the audiobooks) of as soon as they come out. This person writes one of the very few. As a matter of fact, I had just finished the most recent available audiobook in their series the day before they contacted me. It’s not firmed up yet, but I have hope that this one will actually take place.
On the personal front, we’ve had bad news, and then we’ve had BAD news. First, yours truly ended up blowing up the engine in my Rav 4. I was going to meet with some friends on Saturday a few weeks back. It was a nasty, rainy day, and I was traveling down the toll road when I heard a bit of a thump like I had run over a branch or something. At the same time, I had several warning lights on the dashboard light up, including the battery light. This made me think I might have thrown a belt.
So I got off the toll road at the next exit, and turned around to take the back road to head back toward home. I knew I ran the risk of overheating the engine so I kept a close eye on the temperature gauge as I drove back toward town. I got lucky (or so I thought) in that nearly every traffic light I hit was green, so I didn’t have to stop until I got back into my home town. That was when I first smelled the steam of an overheated engine. Still, the temperature gauge showed the engine was cool.
It lied. There was no way for the engine to be cool, and still produce that smell of steam and hot coolant. By the time the engine died, it was too far gone. It had died two blocks from our mechanic. And since it was a Saturday, I couldn’t have it looked at until Monday. Even then, I hoped it was just minor damage.
No such luck. I’d killed the thing. It would have cost more to fix it than the Rav was worth. So we’re down by one vehicle in the Brackett household, at least for the immediate future.
But that’s not the BAD news. You know that old saying about feeling sorry for yourself because you have no shoes, until you see the man who has no feet? Well, that’s the way MBH and I have felt lately. We’ve seen some people close to us going through so much worse than what we’re dealing with. I won’t go into details, because those stories aren’t mine to tell. Suffice to say that some of what our loved ones are dealing with is truly heartbreaking. So much so that we feel blessed to only have minor things like burned out ceiling fans, broken fence posts, (a few other minor issues) and car engines to worry about.
And we are SO lucky in so many other ways. We have friends and family who love us, and are loved by us. And no matter what happens, I don’t see that changing. In the end, that’s really all that matters.
So hug your loved ones, stay safe, and I’ll talk to you again soon.