Remember when I was super excited to take the train north from London to Glasgow, and I was going to do a bunch of revisions and work on Of Genesis and write a new Book of the Week post?
Yeah, Storm Desmond had different plans.
I have never had a more insane day of travel in my life. I got to be nice and comfy in first class on the train for all of an hour before landslides and severe flooding forced the train to stop, all the passengers were shuffled off, and we were ferried aboard buses to take us the rest of the way north to Glasgow. The bus I was on broke down about 45 minutes later, because of course, and I ended up in a taxi with five Scottish women, being driven by a lunatic who thought it was great fun to go 85 mph and hydroplane all over the highway in the midst of a minor hurricane.
Did I mention that my seatbelt was broken? Because my seatbelt was broken. I legitimately thought I was going to die last Saturday, as this taxi skidded from lane to lane and six people yelled at the driver to slow the eff down.
Somehow, somehow, we made it to Glasgow in one piece, after seeing no fewer than six overturned vehicles on that highway.
I’m back in Colorado now after a less-eventful-but-still-hectic-at-times weekend, and it feels great to be home. Maybe now I’ll be able to get back into my routine of posting here.
Oh, and did I mention that I had the manuscript of All Flames Cast requested by an agent in NY? Because that happened. Full steam ahead on revisions!
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