Seems to be the way whenever I'm working on KFZ, that things gang aft agley.
This time, MeMum's compy has decided to do its impersonation of a second-hand lawnmower and play up. Or break down. Which means that she calls in instead of sending an email.
On the same weekend that I am potentially available to help with that, my Beloveds parentals are planning to pop over and celebrate the marking of Mayhem's trip around the sun.
Chaos is still crook, so I have made arrangements to drag the poor mite to the local quacks. But her illness also falls on a day that we had planned to talk about her eligibility for free braces. Huzzah. Can't go spreading Lurgi all over a dental van, of course.
So I also have to call the dental van people when I'm certain they're awake and tell them that Chaos is still crook and, with all good luck, there might be a chance to talk to them next week sometime. Assuming they're not booked as hell for another two months.
See what I mean about my life going sideways?
I've done the synopsis. I've closed the files (for now), but I still have to check my primary choice's checklist for anything else I might have to do. I already put the elevator pitch in the first few lines of the synopsis.
I probably still have to do my desired blurb and author bio nonse. That shouldn't be too much trouble. Right? HAHAHAHA who am I kidding? The editor for my posts has gone do-lally again and won't accept a tag until after I've posted it.
I'm not inviting anything to happen and I'm hoping to heaven that the mishaps that are -well- happening... are just a co-incidence and it completely fails to spread. I don't want anyone else having a sideways life.