I took a few days off, to unwind in the country. Or so I thought that’s what I’d be doing. I packed my bag, my laptop, my dog and a few other things I though I would need and drove 2.5hours east to somewhere near Tahoe.

The plan was I would finalize my third novel, you know the last-minute details before I set it loose online on April 16. Which is now only four days away. I had five days  before I left to lock in the formatting,  and all minor fixes and bugs. However,  I realized with only 30 minutes left to my drive, that I left my charger plug at home. (Long story I don’t want to get into). I am usually very together, and function extremely methodologically with everything I do. But the plug, not my fault really, was left behind. And I knew while freaking out on the road, the computer battery was only at 6pct.

This bit of detail set the tone for the four-day weekend. And no matter how hard I tried; it was difficult for me to spend hours in a quiet house, watching the pouring rain outside, and three dogs napping next to me, without being able to complete the list of tasks I set for myself  for this trip and the book release date. Which you can already imagine by now, I have to postpone.

The fact I had too much time on my hands with not so much constructive things to do, drove me crazy.  To the point I couldn’t see past my misery, and began counting the hours to return home.  And no, buying a replacement plug was not an option where I was.

I don’t know what I learned from this experience, except that I didn’t like feeling so helpless. Nor did I appreciate feeling sorry for myself and dwelling on the insignificant to some, although a huge deal for this Indie author,  since I take  writing very seriously.

Frankly, I don’t even like sharing this bit of personal stuff with you. But I am human, and today, I am feeling a bit on the s**** (gloomy) side because I have to tell all those anxiously waiting for the book that they have to wait yet another week.  Thanks for listening.

{by the way this is a photo of Edinburgh, Scotland, my inspiration for the novel WHAT IF. Click here for the photo credit}