The latter being me, of course. I have the latest installment of ‘All That Glitters’ written and ready to post. Fat lot of good that does, since I don’t have the file with me.
Last night, I had one of those occasional completely-forgetting-what-day-it-is moments that I like to think happen to everyone but it’s probably just me. I was under the impression until this morning that the update needed to be posted tonight, to be up in time for tomorrow morning.
So the next chapter of my deathless prose waits patiently on a memory stick at home, sitting on the shelf where I keep things that I don’t want to forget to take with me, like my keys, my wallet and my memory stick.
Sorry, to everyone who was waiting to see what happened next — and I like to think there are at least a few of you. I’ll post Part 23 tonight.
There is one upside: All this means that the day I thought was going to be Thursday is actually Friday. And that’s a lovely thing to realize. Less lovely than when I means that I’ve blown a deadline, but at this point I’ll take what comfort I can.
Doh! I want to know what happens next!
All will be revealed in time.