Yesterday at work I somehow managed to get my little finger caught between a hard place and a sharp object, almost skinning the pad off. It’s the kind of incident that no one expects to happen.
Which, in my experience, means I’ll be the one to do it to myself.
I’m fine, I should add.
But afterwards everything got dopey and slow. Having been a part of that lifestyle for a while, I recognized the drop. If I had been playing, it would be called sub drop. Apparently it’s not my reaction to playing itself, but the crash after pain has been caused.
Interesting. Thankfully it was only a little drop.
Because Dorian is out of town until next Sunday. I don’t do well with a big drop and being by myself. Did that with my ex, when I had no idea what was going on.
When I found out he did know what was going on and ignored me on purpose, I broke up with him. While shouting and throwing things and going on because I was still in the middle of it all.
Anyhow.
When I got home all I wanted to do was curl up with a stuffie and be petted and kissed and taken care of. Recognizing what was going on, I ordered pizza (with the little brownie bites) gorged like Dorian never lets me (because his rules don’t apply when I’m weepy and on my own) and after two brownies found myself with Contract Renewed open on my laptop.
I got that last chapter done after four hours. It took my mind off the finger until I tried to save. Apparently the left little finger is used exclusively for ctrl+s.
Also, apparently I went four hours without saving! Thank goodness I didn’t lose progress, or I’d really be in a bad spot.
I didn’t write the entire time either. No, I spent about half the time wrangling Trixie.
Off the laptop, away from the wireless keyboard, away from the mouse. Then away from markers when I took a short break to try to fill out the planner again. And off the planner, then away from the planner, then to the scratching post because she seemed intent on digging her claws into everything.
I first tried petting and cuddling her, of course. That didn’t work.
So now I have leftover pizza, brownies and pop. I let Dorian know, mainly so that he doesn’t order pizza next week.
Then only reason he restricts me is that if I’ve dropped and there’s pizza available, I’ll eat until I’m in a food coma, then feel terribly lazy all the next day.
So, long story short, Contract Renewed is almost ready for the beta reader. I’m planning on starting over on D.o.t.A in August. Taking the last week of July off…
And I really think Contract Taken could be up on Amazon as early as September. Just have to contact the cover designer.
On Tuesday I’m headed out to get my desk.
… and two bookshelves. I have zero, in my defence. Books are just laying around all over the place. Stuff ends up on the floor because I have nowhere to put it. It’s also hard to argue with that price.
Oh, and I’m putting the shelves on either side of my mantle to keep Trixie off of it so that I can out the TV up there where she can’t reach it.
My only problem is that everything will be white, to fit in my budget, and I have a strong dislike of all furniture that is white.
Sounds like I’ll need to spend a day getting crafty, which is fine. Once Contract Renewed is off to the beta, I could probably use a nice day off from all the things.
Aya DeAniege 