I've been moving the goalposts.
When I first started writing Red Grow the Roses I was aiming for 75K words. That became 80K. It's now set at 85K. I've one chapter and an epilogue to do to finish off, probably early in the New Year. I currently feel like I'm running a marathon in lead boots. This is, I fear, the Book With No Market - too bleak for romance, too dirty for horror, too pretentious for modern fast-paced erotica. *sigh*
Not helping my mood is the weather. Which is absolutely beautiful: brilliant sunlight shining on inches of pristine fresh snow. But our boiler broke down this morning, leaving us with no heating or warm water.
Anyone know a good plumber?
Omg - no heating in the annual cold snap??!! Have you stopped sacrificing to Taranos? I know a good plumber up here in Northumberland...he might travel...
ReplyDeleteMaybe setting fire to something will help...
Luck
Taranos doesn't cover central heating.
ReplyDeleteWe bought a fan heater!
Get on a plane and come to Ohio. I have wonderful forced gas heat; making very balmy, tropical island-like inside, set against a winter wonderland outside. :)
ReplyDeleteGood for you on the word count and stretching those goalpost boundaries, Janine. You'll find a home for your hard work. You will.
Oh Neve, I would love to get on that plane!
ReplyDeletePlumber turned up in the afternoon (! A miracle!), touched the boiler - it worked. 12 hours later, it's broken again.
Boiler refused to work all Monday. On Tuesday morning it spontaneously healed and came on with the timer.
ReplyDeleteI think it's possessed.