I’m Not Here

Well, I am, but I’m keeping my head down. Working on projects for Penny while dealing with the aftermath of the business fire mentioned in my last post.

I did want to mention that I’m guest-blogging on the RWA ChickLit Writers blog on March 28th (next Monday). So I’ll have my act together by then.

In the meantime, BIC-HOK! (Butt In Chair, Hands On Keyboard, for those not in the writerly know).

Have a good week!

Smoke and Dreams

I’ve been very good about not blogging lately. I hope you all are proud of me. I finished the comprehensive edits on Penny’s single title and will submit it to one or two publishers this week. While I’m in Penny-mode, I decided to revise a first person erotic short story of Penny’s into third person and submit that as well. So I’ll continue to stay away from the blog for the next several days.

Why I’m away from the blog isn’t all good news, though. I’ve talked before about my dh’s small business, Ironhorse Caddybag. The venture is in addition to his full-time job, and he shares the business with a partner. Well, last week, I think it was the day before the Japan earthquake struck (or it might have been the same day, but we heard about the fire first), we woke to the news that our business partner’s workshop, where our ENTIRE INVENTORY was stored, burned to the ground.

A car and motorcycle were both stored in the same shop for the winter (we still have snow on the ground!). You can see the car in the picture below, on a hoist. The fire was extremely toxic, as our inventory was built out of plastic and fabric and metals, bubble wrap and cardboard, not to mention the car and motorcycle and other stuff that is found in a working shop! The shop was maybe two minutes from our local volunteer fire department, but the fire department had no choice but to let everything burn and try to control spreading to neighboring buildings (at which they were successful).

We are in the process of gathering together receipts for our commercial insurance, but we’ve lost our selling season. It’s difficult enough to start a new business and then discover in the midst of ordering your first product run that the United States (target consumer as well as Canadians) has hit a deep recession. Ours was a niche product, so, as you can imagine, it’s been slow going.

Of course we would like to rebuild the business, but that depends on so many things. Until we find out where we stand financially, I’m asking my Facebook friends who haven’t “liked” Ironhorse Caddybag yet on Facebook, to do so. And, if you wish, suggest the page to your own FB friends. This way, once we have replacement stock, we can get the word out quickly.

Any help in this regard is appreciated!

People have asked me why the fire hasn’t impacted me more than it has. I guess I’m trying to let it slide off me, much in the way I have learned to deflect rejections from agents and/or publishing houses over the years. I have suffered two major traumas in my life aside from natural occurrences like grandparents dying: (1) my husband’s brother, a good friend of mine, dying at the age of 25 from an asthma attack; and (2) our family experiencing a 5-car accident when our youngest was 11 months old that took three years of battling out-of-province insurance agencies to settle and left me with a whiplash injury that lasted 14 years. Somehow, the business inventory burning pales in comparison. Age and wisdom help. Plus, when I consider what residents of New Zealand and Japan have suffered recently, what would I choose? Our entire inventory burning in a fire, of course.

I find it kind of ironic that our homepage says, “while quantities lasts.” In a way, that’s pretty funny. The quantities didn’t last very long, however, not in the way we’d anticipated. Honestly, Universe, we were aiming for sales.

Kidnapped!

Help, I’m being held against my will by Elle Muse! She has chained me to my keyboard and will not release me until I meet a deadline for Penny. She will allow me to say:

  • I’m not allowed to blog this week unless something majorly fantastic happens.
  • I am allowed to play Scrabble on Facebook, but only when Penny’s pages are printing.
  • I can eat and wash my hair. I CAN’T spit on my monitor. This presents a challenge during those times when my inner camel takes over.
  • I can play with my new Kindle!
  • I can respond to blog comments. I just can’t post a new blog. So do your part. Talk to me. I need a break!

You heard it here first. Don’t bother asking what the ransom is, because there isn’t one. I’m stuck. Until she releases me. And she’s mean.

Swamped

The problem with going away for two weeks is all the work you need to catch up on when you return. I know, poor me.

I’m swamped. Too swamped to even post photos of my adventures in Mexico. Maybe next week.

This week I’m continuing promo for the audio book release of HEAD OVER HEELS. Deets will be posted Wednesday. So make sure to drop by. In the meantime, beginning today, indie author Edie Ramer is hosting a week-long blog party to celebrate her latest release, DRAGON BLUES. Every day she’ll feature five authors on her blog. And each of those authors is providing a give-away.

Meanwhile, this weekend I received the audio proofs for BORROWING ALEX. I’m still super busy catching up on intensive edits for Penny that I’m beginning to realize are more like revisions than edits. Well, they’re edits, but they’re super edits. They’re sedits. Each and every sentence is getting a work-out.

I need to finish Penny’s edits within the first couple of weeks of March at the latest, or a fire-breathing dragon will roast my neck. Don’t ask me how I know this. Let’s just say I’ve been warned. So the BORROWING ALEX proofing will have to become my evening and next-weekend work.

How’s your February panning out?

Bye-Bye, Baby, Bye-Bye

Youngest flew back to university on Saturday. When we picked him up at the airport for the holidays, Eldest was holding up a welcome home sign featuring this photo:

We had a most excellent Christmas, but I miss my baby!

(Nice tummy).

Happy 2011!

Allie attacked a stuffed Santa today while I was taking down the Christmas tree. I have no idea why.