File Under: It Just @#$%ing Well Figures

Wouldn't you know, that just as I round the corner on my second to last chapter, with victory well in sight, thinking that if I eat my Wheaties and go for the gold, I can finish the last of my revisions today and start on line editing tomorrow - wouldn't you just know that something had to go wrong?

My glasses picked this very occasion to fall all the hell apart and announce that they were going on strike by having one of the lenses very unceremoniously drop onto the floor at my feet. Which is confusing when one half of your vision suddenly does the wacky, and for a moment I wondered if I was having a stroke or something until I realized what happened.

The screw that held the lens inside the frame is gone, and neither God nor man shall ever know where it got to or how.

So I'm now two hours behind where I want to be. But I don't really care anymore. If I have to stay up 'til midnight, I'm getting this damn thing done. By hook or by crook, it's getting done.

Besides I have to start worrying about really getting a good query letter and synopses hammered out. The synopses can be one size fits all, but the queries can't.