So, I suppose waking up on the first day of 2011 with a slight hangover is pretty common.
Waking up with a slight hangover after 6 hours of sleep to find a scary man in a ski mask and snow pants traipsing through your bedroom probably isn’t.
I didn’t scream. Mostly because my mouth was all that you’ve-eaten-cotton-balls-all-night-long kind of dry and my one eye was glued to my pillowcase.
And because after a few seconds of blurry eye blinking I recognized the shadowy shape of the would-be burglar/strangler/possible vampire was my husband.
After my heart started working again, I got up to find our water pump was frozen. It’s 4 degrees here with 45 mph winds. No water, no shower, no toilet.
It took a few hours and a quilt that had to be sacrificed to thaw out the water pump, but now we have running water. It took a hot washcloth to unglue my eye but now I can see. It took a cold glass of apple juice to get the blood flowing enough that I could work out.
And further, and much more importantly, welcome 2011 – the year of publication. My goal, when I started writing about a year and a half ago was to either be published, or be on the road to publication by my 50th birthday. I turn 49 on March 21, 2011.
This means it’s time to kick it in the rear. I need to write every day. I need to come up with cohesive plots with plenty of conflict. I need to push myself and yet concentrate.
I need to quit screwing around. =)
So welcome 2011, even if you burst into the bedroom door looking more like the bad guy from campy Batman shows. I’m gonna kick your butt.