Where, oh where, has my manuscript gone?
Where, oh where, can it be?
Did you ever know exactly right where something is, only to find that that’s exactly right where it isn’t? (Please tell me it’s not just me.) I decided I’d better get busy working on Onyx Sun if I wanted to get the current round of revisions done before the end of the month, and I was sure I knew where it was (next to the computer hutch in my bedroom) – but it wasn’t.
So I thought, “Ah-ha! It’s in my editing bag downstairs in the front room.” But it wasn’t.
So now a search of my room is in order, but it’s cold up there. We’re hitting single digits and negative numbers overnight, and this is an old house so the “heat” in my room is whatever wanders up from downstairs. Needless to say, I try not to spend any time up there that doesn’t involve my bed, my furry space heater (Demon Dog), and blankets.
Still, it needs to be found, so when it gets up to the 20s(F) tomorrow I’ll launch a search mission.
If you don’t hear from me, send hot chocolate.