On Monday I had to go to the dentist to have my inplant tightened, The dentist said it had come loose because my bite was not right. Tuesday was repairman day. Wednesday was return something day. Today, I woke up and nothing was pending. It's rare to have a day like this because the business of living, no matter how simple your life, takes up so much time. Even if you pay bills on line and make a big pot of lentil soup that you can eat all week, there are still so many things to do. For instance the baking portion of my new stove is bizarre. The oven turns on and off by itself during the baking. I hate that. My old stove just stayed on and burned everything on the outside while the inside was still raw. I understood that. Should I call the Help Line and ask if this is normal? I've already called and asked how to set the timer and the man had to look it up in the manual. Another thing, I could spend the next three weeks just cleaning my house. I don't live near any industry but my house is full of dust and spiderwebs,
I have a lot of trouble wrecking spider webs. I think of myself as a big senseless giant coming to wreck the hard work of an industrious small creature. Who am I to decide what is yucky and what is good work to be saved.
If I worked all day on my new book, Tough As Nails, and let the dust and the spider webs alone, I would probably feel elated but I can't seem to settle down. I'm flitting around the house like the crazy, adult ADD afflicted detective in Tough As Nails. Maybe that's it. I'm trying to get into character. I love my crazy character and I guess, by extension, I'm getting to love those flaws in me. Toward the end of the day, I googled myself and found that someone had responded to a comment I had made on the Huffington Post. This man, M.E. had added a link to my books on Amazon. Can you imagine? A stranger read my comment, saw that I was self-publishing, went to Amazon, found the author page and posted the link to it.
Here are Consuelo's books, he said. I can't get over it.
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