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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Shut up Murphy!

Have you ever heard of Murphy's Law?

The contemputous and fictional Murphy states "If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong."

This seems to be our mantra since we moved to Oregon...No, actually since Billy and I have been together. Life or fate or whatever you want to call it seems to have a bottomless sack of monkey wrenches to hurl into the gears of our well-oiled plans, no matter how small. The bigger and more important the plan, the more monkey wrenches we can expect.

The latest wrench?

I'm writing this entry from our brand new laptop. We were forced to spend a chunk of our precious tax return on this infernal, but utterly necessary contraption since our other dinosaur decided to join the ranks of instinction last week. As with any of our wrench-riddled life lessons, this one was unexpected and expensive.

Meanwhile, I couldn't get online. I couldn't check my email. I wondered if my publisher had contacted me. I pictured said publisher huffing and puffing at their desk because their newest venture was being...difficult. I imagined the worst: Finally getting online only to behold an angry email sprinkled with expletives about how ungrateful and unprofessional I behaved. This nightmare email always ended with YOU'RE FIRED! (Yes it was in all caps in my nightmare as well.)

You can imagine my relief when no such email was found once I was able to return to the www. 

In fact, NO email was found from my publisher at all...Now my fright has turned to panic with a chaser of disillusionment. What are they waiting for? My release date is scheduled for mid April. Hadn't we better get going on the editing?

Oh well. No news is good news, I suppose. In the meantime, I'll happy pluck away at my latest project, "Furthermoore." And I'll be doing it on my new $500 japanese-made monkey wrench. I'm not exaggerating when I say that as I prepare to finish this post with my fingers curled stiffly over the keyboard, I cast my perturbed, puckered puss skyward and ask Mr. Murphy to go pick on somebody else for a while.

Bye all!