I didn’t get to read as much as I wanted to over the weekend, especially since I’m reading The Best Laid Plans, a Harlequin Superromance by Sarah Mayberry, and it’s insanely good so far. I’m about two-thirds of the way through it and it just took a turn I totally didn’t expect. I’m dying to know how they’re going to go forward, but it’s Monday. Very little reading time on Monday.
To exacerbate the general Mondayness, I’m off schedule due to a temporary lack of hot water. The hot water heater’s been acting up, so my husband went down to look it over. He shut it off last night and forgot to turn it back on, so this morning we had no hot water. And, of course, once you nag your husband into turning it back on, there’s an hour or so of recovery time. Just enough to throw everything off.
So now it’s 10:20 in the morning and I haven’t clicked on the little Word icon yet. And there’s grocery shopping yet to do. I really want to try dictating parts of the book again, so I can write on the move, but I’m a little nervous about it. Last time I tried to dictate words into a recorder, all my characters starting talking with heavy Southern accents and speech patterns. I don’t know why. Bad Southern accents, of course, since I most definitely don’t sound like a Southern belle.
And neither do the Kowalskis.
I hope everybody’s Monday doesn’t suck!
“The Best Laid Plans” is awesome. I love Sarah Mayberry. Kudos to your Pats last night, but did they really have to hurt my beloved Hines Ward? And can I just squee and say yay for Sean Kowalski?
But they didn’t really hurt Ward. Their helmets hit (not in a dropped head, dirty way, but just in a “you can’t play football without helmets banging sometimes” way) and got his bell rung, but he wasn’t hurt. Shook it off and was ready to play. They wouldn’t let him.
I’m still not done with The Best Laid Plans because life’s been chaotic, but I’m really loving it so far.