I’m starting to think that my car might be cursed. I mean, seriously! I literally just got a car service a few days ago, and then my car’s brakes start making weird sounds. I got that fixed and now all of a sudden I’m having engine trouble! Can I just get a break?
I was hoping it would be a simple trip to Frankston, without any issues whatsoever, but apparently, that was too much to ask for. I couldn’t go see the new Marble Cinematic Universe movie with my partner without drama, could I? I was really excited to see Four: Fire and Lightning, too. Instead, I had to spend my time finding a reliable mechanic based in Frankston so that we could actually get home.
And all this is happening while I wait for my publisher to give the green light on continuing my novel. Don’t even get me started on that. It’s not anybody’s fault, necessarily, save perhaps that dark entity of corporate greed which seems to get in the way of everything, like some sort of black goop that keeps spreading everywhere. But like I said, I really don’t want to think about that right now.
At least I met somebody today who could prove to be a good contact in the future. A fellow novelist, in fact! We met at the auto centre – he said he was there to get a roadworthy certificate. Frankston isn’t the location of his regular mechanic either, so it does kind of seem like fate pulled us together. Who knows, maybe his industry connections will prove invaluable at some point in the future, especially if my publisher doesn’t pull it together soon. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this delay.
Maybe I should write another book or something. One that’s just for me, so that I can get the creativity out, because holding that creativity up is starting to drive me crazy.