I’m feeling very mellow, due to having stayed up far too late last night. I’m not accomplishing much, or at any great rate of speed, but I did at least manage to finally call the bank and ask what happened to the check I deposited in May (I’ve been meaning to do this since July), so they’re investigating that. I also paid bills, thanks to
Been fiddling with my proposal for HANDS OF FLAME. Not getting far, but fiddling, and observing how very much this is like Maureen Johnson’s post about how to write a book (link via
Ted is far too good a person. He worked a morning shift, 7-3, and came home for an hour and is going back to cover for his boss, who’s sick. And he only got about 5 hours of sleep last night. Poor guy. Good guy.
Oh, hey, the bank called me back. They lost the check! On the U.S. end, not the Irish end, but it’s lost. For heaven’s sake.
They lost it? Aii. They darn well better give you an advance on the replacement one. Geez.
is that lost as in misplaced,
or lost like a truck with home electronics in Detroit.
Having seen paychecks from bank peons, I’m betting the latter.