It poured all night with the occasional mini-cyclone rattling the bins in the street. Thankfully, by the time I got up it had calmed somewhat. However, I left the house at 7am in good spirits and a bounce in my step. Today was, after all, Friday.
When I got to the bus stop it all started going wrong.
The Lothian Buses timetable, which I thought hadn’t changed in the recent re-org, had, and post 7am buses had all been moved forward by four minutes. I missed the bus – by four minutes: 1-0 to life.
I decided that rather than hang around in the icy wind for twenty minutes I would walk the quarter mile to the next junction and get another bus into town. As I approached the corner, I said to myself: “This is when the bus comes round the corner and I miss it.” The bus came round the corner and I missed it: 2-0 to life.
I ended up waiting for the original bus at the bus stop half a mile down the road, futile as it was to carry on walking with my head as numb as an alter boy’s arse. I got into town and made my way to the newsagent where I bought my Friday roll: egg and black pudding. When I came out the shop, though, the swirling, battering, minus 7 degree temperature rain had returned, and in the short walk to the Company building, I got thoroughly drenched and frozen: 3-0 to life.
And then, to top my morning off, my PC kept crashing with the blue screen of death. By this point I was ready to shove my balding head through the nearest window purely for a laugh, just to give me something less irritating to greet about. Had I been at a football match (soccer for my Stateside buddies) I would have left my seat at this point to go back to the pub and watch something more fun like a televised execution from Texas: 4-0- to life.
There was one thing that cheered me up. Actually, it got me pretty damn excited but I’m trying to stay cool with a level head because I’ve been here before. Hunting Jack has moved to the next stage of the editorial process – the final stage. In an email from chairman of the publishing house, he confirmed the editors like it, and are taking a serious look at it with regards to publishing. They’ve asked me to send them follow up material, which of course, I was only too happy to oblige: 4-1 to life, a wonderful consolation in an otherwise pitiful day.
Stella (final draft by chapter)
The Scruffy Dog Review – Autumn Issue OUT NOW!!
Fantastic news on HUNTING JACK. Kind of makes up for the rest of the day, doesn’t it?
Fingers crossed on HJ.