What do stinky chairs, plot holes, and thunderstorms have in common? They’re all in this post.

We had an actual thunderstorm yesterday, with no snow, no sleet, no frozen water in any form. There’s something so comforting about thunder. Extra comforting this time, because maybe it signifies the crazy white stuff is gone for good. Maybe? Please?

I went up to the office for a while yesterday. It doesn’t get much use since my kids are all in school. I miss it. Although, while I was up there yesterday something was irritating my eyes. I think it’s the stinky chair. (I tried to find the posts about the office and the stinky chair for the new readers, but I think they’re on the old blog.) So that chair has to go, and then we’ll see. It makes sense now why I’ve always felt sleepy up there. Some subtle chemical irritating my eyes. I’ve only been up there 2–4 times since I eliminated fragrances.

The writing went very well yesterday, though, despite the irritation. I’ve been feeling pretty crappy about this book because it I was cutting and cutting, watching my word count drop and drop, and that is the most depressing damn thing in the world. Yeah, yeah, I was cutting bad stuff. Whatev. But yesterday I saw an ENORMOUS plot hole, and I think I can make up all those cut words and then some! It’s a huge opportunity for expansion. I’m excited again. And I’m still close to being done.

Gotta go get ready for my doctor’s appointment. This is my yearly assessment of thyroid level, but I think I should also tell the doc about the old injury to my hand. I have the money but that won’t be true in a couple of months. It’s probably to late to do anything about it, but it can’t hurt for him to look at it.