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On the Road Again... Not!
May. 1st, 2009 11:09 amWe were supposed to be on our way to Indiana right now to visit Mason's grandmother, but, alas, Mason woke up this morning feeling poorly. He complained of a side ache and after we'd gotten the car packed and started to strap him into his booster seat, he barfed.
With everything going on in the Universe right now, we went back inside and immediately called the doctor and scheduled a same-day appointment. Fifteen minutes later, with a bucket in hand, we were at our clinic. The doctor suspects it's just a regular old stomach bug that should pass, though, given Mason's medical history, we also took a urine sample to test for any urinary tract infections (he has a bum kidney that he's had since before birth; it was detected in ultrasound.) We thought we might still go on the road, but two feet from the doctor's office Mason started puking again. Even though the car is parked outside packed to the gills, we're at home now for the day. We called grandma to break the bad news and told her that , if he feels well enough, the plan is to take off first thing tomorrow morning.
For myself, I'm a bit bummed if only because is a PERFECT day for car travel. It's sunny but on the chilly-side (50s?) Anyway, it's the sort of day you can still wear your sweatshirt comfortably in the car and not get overheated.
Ah well.
On the flip side, I have a ton of stuff that needs doing on-line and elsewhere. Every year Penguin USA assigns me a publicist, and every year I dutifully inform her (I have yet to have a male publicist,) about my signings and about any reviews that Google Alerts catches about the newest release. Usually, that's the sum of our entire interaction. Some years, even, I send all sorts of information that then disappears into a galactic black-hole. For some reason (the economy?) this year, my publicist is not only responding to my various e-mails, but she's also out hunting up work for me. I scrambled last night to finish a blog for the Romance Book Club and spent part of this morning finishing another for the DearAuthor.com / First Sales blog. I've been sent interview questions galore from a number of othe blogs and have been coordinating all sorts of contests and giveaways. It's cool, but kind of crazy too.
Plus, my agent wants me to put together three more book proposals for Tate's adult series. I wrote one already, though I'm not very pleased with it. Or rather, I wrote it about two days before I saw "Cupid" on TV, and realized that I probably no longer could get away with having Eros show up in *my* novel.... luckily, as it happened, while I was finishing up the revisions for HONEYMOON (which I'm hoping will be renamed "DEAD and MARRIED"), I noticed a few plot threads that could easily be sewn into a whole new book.... I thought since we're home today, I might work on those.
So the beautiful sunny day is hardly wasted. I just wish poor Mason felt better.
With everything going on in the Universe right now, we went back inside and immediately called the doctor and scheduled a same-day appointment. Fifteen minutes later, with a bucket in hand, we were at our clinic. The doctor suspects it's just a regular old stomach bug that should pass, though, given Mason's medical history, we also took a urine sample to test for any urinary tract infections (he has a bum kidney that he's had since before birth; it was detected in ultrasound.) We thought we might still go on the road, but two feet from the doctor's office Mason started puking again. Even though the car is parked outside packed to the gills, we're at home now for the day. We called grandma to break the bad news and told her that , if he feels well enough, the plan is to take off first thing tomorrow morning.
For myself, I'm a bit bummed if only because is a PERFECT day for car travel. It's sunny but on the chilly-side (50s?) Anyway, it's the sort of day you can still wear your sweatshirt comfortably in the car and not get overheated.
Ah well.
On the flip side, I have a ton of stuff that needs doing on-line and elsewhere. Every year Penguin USA assigns me a publicist, and every year I dutifully inform her (I have yet to have a male publicist,) about my signings and about any reviews that Google Alerts catches about the newest release. Usually, that's the sum of our entire interaction. Some years, even, I send all sorts of information that then disappears into a galactic black-hole. For some reason (the economy?) this year, my publicist is not only responding to my various e-mails, but she's also out hunting up work for me. I scrambled last night to finish a blog for the Romance Book Club and spent part of this morning finishing another for the DearAuthor.com / First Sales blog. I've been sent interview questions galore from a number of othe blogs and have been coordinating all sorts of contests and giveaways. It's cool, but kind of crazy too.
Plus, my agent wants me to put together three more book proposals for Tate's adult series. I wrote one already, though I'm not very pleased with it. Or rather, I wrote it about two days before I saw "Cupid" on TV, and realized that I probably no longer could get away with having Eros show up in *my* novel.... luckily, as it happened, while I was finishing up the revisions for HONEYMOON (which I'm hoping will be renamed "DEAD and MARRIED"), I noticed a few plot threads that could easily be sewn into a whole new book.... I thought since we're home today, I might work on those.
So the beautiful sunny day is hardly wasted. I just wish poor Mason felt better.