Several Things and another Excerpt...

Word Count: 277. But I have an excuse...I've had a busy day. And I'm actually ahead in the the actual WIP...it's actually above 29K, so one day off isn't going to hurt me...just deflate me slightly, since I wasn't counting those extra words in my goal...but we'll see if I make up for lost time on the weekend...

Am headed to bed. It's been a long day, and I have another one ahead of me tomorrow.

This week has been such a rush:) My complimentary copy of LFAW arrives Mon; the shipment of 20 arrives on Tues; my mom tells me she's proud of me on Wed; and late last night I learned I am, indeed, on amazon.com and other bookstore sites:) Also, I've already sold 3 copies of my book, which I have to spend today in a totally different way than I envisioned!

I have to put my $30 in my gas tank. AAARRRGGGHHH!

Why? First of all, my gas gage is broken, and while hubby filled it to the brim last Sun, I had to drive 2 hours north on Monday and back again. I've also run my children to and from school, swim practice; I've been out to the nursing home; I had a meeting at school. Normally, I go through close to half a tank during the week. But with that extra trip...who knows where the gas gage is?

Secondly, the oldest has a scout camp-out tonight, again 2 hours away. And since I have to be downtown for the first night of the Stroll, it's either clone myself and be in 2 places at once; sign a few copies and park my daughter in my place; or call my dad and offer to meet him halfway. Guess which option I chose?

Yup...I have to pull my daughter out of school at 2:30; go pick up my Life Scout and transport him an hour north to Terre Haute so his grandfather can transport him the rest of the way. Thank god we're on the same time now, or this would be royally confusing! And as the hubby has to work on Sat, Sunday is going to be a nightmare; he'll have to skip church and go get the child; I'll be doing Laundry Goddess duties and frantically typing my fingers off to catch up on my word count...sounds fun, doesn't it? Okay...where's that scientist who's doing the cloning...I need 3 more of me this weekend...one to attend to hubby's needs; another to clean the house, do the laundry, and cook the food; and yet still another to go pick up the scout so hubby can spend time with the family! Okay...reevaluated...I only need 2. The first and second clones are really doing the same job...

In case you've not guessed, hubby is less than thrilled when he found out his wife was going to be downtown, selling her books, when he arrives home on Sat. I told him dinner would be in the slow cooker, and his response? "Maybe I should just stay up here, then..." (Fine by me...you can do your own laundry! But of course, can't tell him that!)

In honor of finding out LFAW is on the world wide web, in more than one website, here's another excerpt. Enjoy:)

While she was happy to see him, her manner was cool toward him, and finally he asked her what was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded, snapping her head to face him as he drove to his house. “We were going to spend more time together, but we’re together one night, and then you get drunk on our second date, don’t even sleep with me, and now, after a week, you tell me you’re leaving tomorrow? And you ask me what’s wrong?”
Matt looked sheepish as he pulled in his driveway and stopped the truck. “You know how it is, babe. Aaron and I get together, and start drinking, and...”
“You turn into an asshole,” she interrupted hotly.
“Damn it, don’t start,” he said irritably. “I’m with you now, aren’t I?” He opened his door and got out. Amy followed, slamming the door behind her.
“What am I to you, anyway?” she asked. “Just someone to sleep with occasionally when you can’t get laid, or do I actually mean something to you?”
“Good Lord, Amy!” He stopped halfway to the front door and spun around. “Is that what you think?”
“What am I supposed to think?” she shouted, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “Last year, I never dreamed I’d even see you again, then I thought I’d surprise you when I got that free ticket. You called me your girlfriend, so I assumed...”
“That’s right,” he walked over and took her hands. “I love you. I broke up with Jeri as soon as I got back, because I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
“Wait a minute,” she stepped back. “You...I thought you had already broken up with her.”
Matt shook his head. “We’d had a huge fight, and then I met you. I thought Jeri and I would maybe get back together, but after being with you...hell, I couldn’t get you off my mind, and I missed you, so I quit seeing her.” Gently, he pulled her inside the house. “Do you want to go upstairs, or something to drink?”
Amy shook her head, slowly digesting everything. She circled the room slowly as Matt went to get a beer for himself. “So...what you said in California was true; you wanted to keep seeing me, and the fact you’ve not seen me for a week was due to...?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
Matt sat down in a chair and looked at the floor. “My friends kept me busy,” he admitted. “I...I slept all day, and I knew you needed your sleep, so...” he gestured with his hands.
“And with your friends all partied out, you just happened to remember my number?” Amy laughed shortly. “Yeah, I can tell you really care about me.” She sat down in a corner of the couch. “Thanks, Matt.”
“It’s not like that,” he protested. “It’s just, you’re not like anyone I’ve ever been with. You...do something to me, something I can’t explain.” He ran his hands through his blonde hair.
Amy looked at him, saying nothing. Matt continued to drink his beer, then he crushed the empty can and looked up at her.
“All right,” he said finally. “I love you. And you scare me. I don’t want a repeat of my friends trying to take you away from me.”
“What do you mean, I scare you?” she said softly.
Matt cocked his head and leaned forward. “Remember I once told you I thought you looked like the serious type, the kind that doesn’t party very much?” Amy nodded. “Well, I always thought I liked the party girls best, the ones that let loose and have a good time. You’ve shown me that’s not the type of girl I want at all. And if I’ve had that all wrong, then what else have I screwed up?”
Amy laughed and went over to him. “Maybe you’re just going through a change,” she said softly, perching on the arm of the chair. “I never dreamed I’d fall in love with someone I’d only see twice a year.” She gasped as Matt hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Sometimes you just have to trust your feelings.”
“Now that we’ve got that settled,” he said gruffly. “Am I forgiven?” He kissed her after she nodded, then eased her off his lap and led her upstairs.