Dear mom,
I hope this late night blog ltr finds you well. I'd call, but you have the ringer off, though you are probably texting your sisters or playing a righteous game of scrabble with a stranger.
I'm not avoiding you. I know it seems I've gone in to my She-cave, retreating from the world on the eve of my book coming out, preparing for the onslaught of attention (or lack thereof). No, it's not Roger, believe it or not, he's actually been pretty awesome lately, with the small exception of looking straight at me and not retaining a word I say. This might be marital self-preservation policy he's adopted for the short term craziness.
The last forty-eight hours has been a little...rough. Let me start at the top, since you want to know the latest with the book launch. The publisher rejected my edited manuscript, positive me (or my editor) were incapable of using the spell check in Word. After four hours of sleuthing & trying to replicate the error, my uflapabable proofreader suspected the epublisher was using an out of date version of Word. Turns out, she was right. Sent in a Word 97-2003 .doc version, and all was well. The publisher's note said...sorry for the scare. It was no big. I really didn't need to get to sleep before 3 am, as it gave me time to catch up with my buds in Europe.
Also bonding w/the in-laws. Each night, I've been walking 30 mins w/ my father-in-law,who will go along with me on my 'torture walks,' that certain family members compare to the Bridge over River Kwaii 
death march. I'm panting like a dog as he goes up and down the hills like a billy goat, even tho he's 20 yrs older. That's what living year round in 7,000 feet elevation will do to the lungs.
We get back in time for me to make the third lunch/dinner of the day (I'm not kidding either). 3 pm, 6ish, then another one at about 10 pm. It's the constant feeding of 5, bi-pedal termites, for the Gerdes family eat everything in site. They are like Hobbits
. Each major meal is separated by snacks that are in themselves, full meals. If this is what happens when a Swede crosses a Spaniard, count me in for the next life.
I hope this late night blog ltr finds you well. I'd call, but you have the ringer off, though you are probably texting your sisters or playing a righteous game of scrabble with a stranger.
I'm not avoiding you. I know it seems I've gone in to my She-cave, retreating from the world on the eve of my book coming out, preparing for the onslaught of attention (or lack thereof). No, it's not Roger, believe it or not, he's actually been pretty awesome lately, with the small exception of looking straight at me and not retaining a word I say. This might be marital self-preservation policy he's adopted for the short term craziness.
The last forty-eight hours has been a little...rough. Let me start at the top, since you want to know the latest with the book launch. The publisher rejected my edited manuscript, positive me (or my editor) were incapable of using the spell check in Word. After four hours of sleuthing & trying to replicate the error, my uflapabable proofreader suspected the epublisher was using an out of date version of Word. Turns out, she was right. Sent in a Word 97-2003 .doc version, and all was well. The publisher's note said...sorry for the scare. It was no big. I really didn't need to get to sleep before 3 am, as it gave me time to catch up with my buds in Europe.
Also bonding w/the in-laws. Each night, I've been walking 30 mins w/ my father-in-law,who will go along with me on my 'torture walks,' that certain family members compare to the Bridge over River Kwaii death march. I'm panting like a dog as he goes up and down the hills like a billy goat, even tho he's 20 yrs older. That's what living year round in 7,000 feet elevation will do to the lungs. We get back in time for me to make the third lunch/dinner of the day (I'm not kidding either). 3 pm, 6ish, then another one at about 10 pm. It's the constant feeding of 5, bi-pedal termites, for the Gerdes family eat everything in site. They are like Hobbits
. Each major meal is separated by snacks that are in themselves, full meals. If this is what happens when a Swede crosses a Spaniard, count me in for the next life.
Guess what? I busted out my Mother's Day chainsaw to help cut down branches on a tree and trim back hedges. Worked out the writer's cramp alright, but gave me a lower back ache like nobodies business. How many author's can say they get busy with heavy machinery instead of a glass of wine I ask?
Which brings me back to the real reason I've been dark, even ignoring my music section (and why is it I'm always putting up dance music, instead of the other genres? Hm, have to dwell on that when I have time. I think it's because She loves dance so much, I'm pursuaded in that direction). One other bright note....my amazing brother in law sketched out some cool dragons that I forwarded along to the publisher. The marketing manager loved it so much, he merged it with the chapter headings, and now I have the coolest chapter markers ever. Thanks David! I hope the producer and publisher etc continue to play nice with the reporters. I'd really like to get off this allowance thing.
Will promise to write more often, or at least throw up some backlogged recipes that have been building. For now, it's off to the treadmill to get out some energy. Europe is awake now, and I'm rarin to go.
Yours truly, Sarah
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