I am not going to complain about my weekend.

I will not sit here and complain about how my car was broken into on Friday night (for the second time in a year). I am not going to complain about how the perpetrator stole my 30 gB video iPod. I am not going to complain about how I spent the good part of my Saturday morning vacuuming broken glass out from the cabin of my van. I am not going to complain about how the wet/dry vac I purchased from Home Depot to suck the broken glass from the cabin of my vehicle was missing many of the parts promised on the box, including the casters and the car vacuum attachment.

I also will not complain about the bird which flew into the front door of my house while I was vacuuming my van and crapped on my 1860's sofa.

I believe in karma and can't help but wonder what it is I did to deserve such things. However, I also believe that things always get harder just before a huge leap toward things getting better. I believe someone is always testing my resolve to complete a task.

And the task at hand is finishing my third novel.

I am making great progress on my work-in-progress (here forward to be called EMLM since the actual title is top-secret). Things are coming quickly. In fact, a bit too quickly. My writing time is severely limited these days and it's tough to keep up with the changes that pop into my head. Even more limited in the face of a smashed driver's window and a crapped upon Civil War era sofa. Time to consider a full weekend away to crank out the rest of EMLM.

Anyhow, it was a good Father's Day. Fret I will not!