Of all the days to quit, it quit today. I only got 1/2 cup of coffee. I’ve cleaned, I pocked it with the paper clip, I poured vinegar into it, I hit it in case there was some air in there, and no cigar. And it’s about two years old, so it’s out of warranty.
Today the pressure is getting to me a little bit. Last week seriously kicked my butt professionally, yesterday was tornado/flood bonanza – we weren’t as affected by weather, but Kid 2 was downtown dressed as a cute princess and Austin took a beating, and then last night I had a dream that PW reviewed Sweep in Peace and completely trashed it. This would never happen in real life, because PW reviews only selected books, usually hardcovers. PW only reviewed our work like three times.
So anyway, in my dream I was reading the PW review and it was just awful, and then a bunch of reader reviews rated it one star because they read the PW review. Then Gordon shows up and he has a bottle of Mondavi, and he is all let’s celebrate, this is publicity. I got all upset and tried to explain that this is awful publicity. I’m showing him one star reviews and he is all “it doesn’t matter, people are talking about it.”
Then there was some sort of elevator that kept rotating as it moved up and down and giving me a headache and I was sure it would crash. The elevator was in the hotel, and it was dog day, and everyone had giant dogs. For some reason it wasn’t comforting, probably because I kept having to take the stupid elevator. So I woke up from this mess, and I jumped out of bed, because my reality is so much better. Usually in the morning I’m clawing my eyes open at 6:30 am like a zombie that had a long night, and this time I bounced out of there. I brushed my teeth, I brushed my hair, I got dressed in like a minute and a half, and I ran downstairs, all happy that I am in my house and not in a weird hotel with rotating elevators, and there is no coffee.
Gordon went to Best Buy to buy a new coffee maker. I didn’t ask him. He volunteered as tribute, because he is obsessed with coffee.
He: What coffee maker do you want?
Me: Not Keurig.
Me: This is the third Keurig we’ve had. They work for 18 months and then they break.
He: I will attempt to get a not-Keurig, but if Keurig is the only option, I will get it.
He’s going to come home with a Keurig, I just know it. At this point I don’t care. I need coffee.
In my defense, it’s not that I’m all that stressed out about the SiP. Okay, so I’m a little bit stressed out, considering this dream. But it just goes to the fact that writers are odd by nature. With that in mind, I stole this from Elizabeth Hunter’s Twitter.
PS. He came home with Opus from iCoffee. It takes reusable cups – yay – and it brewed a really delicious cup of coffee. All is right with the world.