Oops.

I stayed up late last night, having a blast talking to a friend on Skype and dancing to a funny kitty video -- "Funny Water Cats" set to Nicoletta Dara's "Is It True?"  Thinking I was going to be able to sleep late and have the day to myself, I really did it up.  I was looking out for someone I was hoping to see on, too, my sweet Storm, but such was not to be.  I was really needing the clearing and lift, though, and it was wonderful!

I've been over helping my parents all week, so I was really counting on having this morning to take it easy.

But this morning, my father calls. 7:45. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my father dearly, but as I said, I was over there all week already. And, I was up until 4 a.m. And -- It's FREAKING 7:45!

He can't find the place mats because I washed the tablecloth and set them on one of the chair seats.  He already fussed at me yesterday because I threw away the paper plates that had dried egg on them from that morning.  I'm supposed to wash EGG off of paper plates?

I start to go back to sleep. Then he calls and says, "I need to talk to you," in this really flat voice.  I'm thinking my mother died.  I ask if she's alright and he says, "She's home.  I'm coming over."  That doesn't ease my mind one bit and I'm in a nightmare until he gets here.

He gets here and it doesn't get much better.  He's still upset about something that happened a couple of weeks ago.  I can't help him because he won't go into prayer with me on it, he just wants to keep spiraling and spiraling in his matrix of hell. So he stomps off feeling like I won't listen to him, and I'm not even awake yet.

Then he calls again.  He can't find his umbrella.  My fault again for cleaning the apartment so it can be steam cleaned, which I will also be paying for.

My son, Tory, IMs me and asks for $5.  I try to log into my bank account to see if I can spare it, and I'm so upset I blow the password three times and get locked out.  Tory suggests I take a bath to relax.  I take TWO baths.

There's another knock at the door, and I figure it's my father AGAIN. I want to make a point.  I need time to MYSELF, sometimes! So I storm to the door and whip it open, standing there in my towel with my hair dripping.

There's a very shocked cop standing there

He turns his gaze to his pad and stares at it as if it's making faces at him, so he won't be looking at me.  "Is there a mumble mumble Lopez ...?" he asks.

I explained to him who I was, no Lopez here, and why I opened the door in a towel.  He smirks and says, "Good luck with that!"

So, that's the writing life, getting a first time novel off the ground.  LOTS of time to write, right?

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Sorcerer's Vendetta