Things not to do when you don’t drink.
Well, actually this is about just one thing not to do when you don’t drink.
I’ve bored enough people about how I hope to get three books published by Christmas. That dream isn’t going to happen, so I’m ploughing on regardless.
Late, very late on Christmas eve I finally finished the final version of Three Hoodies Save the World 3. Elated beyond belief I drank my annual bottle of wine the day after with my Christmas lunch, and later, bored out of my mind from too much James bond and Star wars I took a look at my work before sending it to my absolutely wonderful fantastic, great (she may read this) beta reader, only to find that my last eight hours of work had not saved. I don’t know why since my auto every-five-minute-save warning did obligingly blip every five minutes. I’ve had a stern word with my aging XP machine which involved quite a lot of profanity.
There was little point in kicking or throwing my computer out of the window in disgust, so I did what most normal people would do and began again – after my annual bottle of wine, a very nice burgundy with a billion percent alcohol and with a body that doesn’t drink alcohol anymore.
Three hours ago, about eighteen after beginning, and it’s done and on its way to my wonderful, fantastic generous to a fault beta reader and I think my head’s about to explode.
I’ll never touch a bottle of wine ever again – until next year where I’ll already have locked the door to my writing room.
I hope you all had a good few days off and did what normal people do, which is to relax and enjoy yourselves.
I’ve changed the cover yet again for Old Geezers 3 and won’t touch it again, probably.