Elizabeth is crack in universe

I know this blog is supposed to be about writing, but I’m feeling perverse. [shock]

You see, I just had my teeth cleaned, X-rayed, polished, chilled, flossed, scraped, poked….

You get the idea.

And you thought the life of a writer was all chocolate and glamour. (The sound you hear is my fellow Quills rolling on the floor laughing.) Want to know the exciting things I’ve done as a writer in the past week?

Played telephone tag with new publisher. Five times. We still haven’t connected.

Spent hours researching which of my books are available from a previous publisher, wrote letters requiring proof of publishing, and wondered if it was time to call in a lawyer. (Jury is still out on that.)

Wrestled with a plot.

Researched holes in plot.

Wrestled more with plot.

Researched more.

Wrestled again with the bloody anaconda, aka plot.

Still wrestling.

Wrote a newsletter for my mailing list.

Was told to come up with a one-line description of a 550 page manuscript—THE WRONG HOSTAGE. Still working on that one.

Talked with agent several times about odds and ends of business—foreign sales, audio sales, etc.

Talked with editor about missing cover for May paperback of ALWAYS TIME TO DIE. Was told I’ll either get a new one or I won’t. (Sales hasn’t decided.)

Wrote the damn one-liner about THE WRONG HOSTAGE.

Wrote this blog.

Spent four hours fiddling with servers and uplinks to publish the blog.

Ran screaming into the desert.

And how was YOUR week?