What little I have left of it. Yesterday was spent jumping back and forth between working on the storyboards...and restarting everything...and dealing with issues for my mother. To start, she spilled a bottle of prescription pills into the sink so needed a refill earlier than her coverage allows. Took 3 hours to get everything worked out and a payout of a whole $5...and she complained about the payout because she hadn't had to pay anything the last time she got them. I had to explain to her three times that it was just a one-time deal; the next time she got this prescription filled, she wouldn't have to pay anything. I think she finally got it.
On top of that, I'm getting the runaround from the University Health System on setting up an appointment with a kidney specialist. Her doctor gave her a referral, I contacted the clinic, they referred me to the transplant center (why, I still don't know), I was handed off to someone named Crystal who could help me, faxed her the information and she said she'd call me back. That was on November 24th. So yesterday I called to see what the status was...and had to go through the whole damned thing, again, because nobody knew anything about it. Then today I spoke to a Michelle and faxed HER the info and she said she'd set me up with a doctor who's doing research into kidneys with cysts. We'll see -- but she, at least, sounds like she knows what she's doing.
Then I got a speeding ticket after I'd picked up mom's refill. I was only going the speed of traffic, but the cop said I was doing 15 mph over the limit. To be honest, I might have been; I don't know how fast I was going. Cypro makes me fuzzy-brained. But since I haven't had a ticket in 20 years, I think I can still get it wiped off my record with a class in defensive driving, but it's irritating. Man, December's turning into my month for traffic trouble. The two previous Decembers I had accidents, all within the first week. What'm I attracting in the way of karma, here?
Despite all of this, I still got the first section of storyboards project off -- at midnight, last night -- and will dig into the next section after lunch. I have some more reading to do on POS, and since that's all I got done on the story yesterday, I figure I'll just keep the idiot habit going.
So...Brendan's in a huff at my lack of progress. I pissed off my other inner workings by revealing them to one and all (hence my edit of earlier posts) and now have a shambles of a couple days to show for it because they ain't talking to me. And I have a rewriting job coming up that will clash with the SB job and POS. Chaos reigns...as usual.
On a positive note -- I had an interesting exchange with that fan of "How To Rape A Straight Guy". One I wasn't expecting. He told me, "I picked up HTRASG after a guy I had fallen hard for had really broken my heart and just wanted something dark/angry/brutal. It certainly didn't disappoint in that regard but I sure wasn't anticipating it ending on such a poignant, touching note. It helped me to get over it and realize I wasn't going to let one loser cause me to give up on finding real love - as elusive/impossible as it may seem at times." Talk about an ego boost -- hell, a mood boost in general. That's made me prouder of the book than I ever thought I could be.
I wonder if he'll do a review on Amazon?