This past Monday, and I’m sure I’ve said this at least 433 times so far this week, my novel Dancing Priest was published for Kindle at Amazon, and then for Nook on Tuesday. Both were supposed to go live on Thursday. So Monday and Tuesday became something of a scramble as plans got moved up.
On Tuesday and Thursday, I had my regular twice-a-week physical therapy sessions for my back. Physically, it’s been a hard week. The pain is abandoning my leg and beginning to center in my back, which is supposedly a good thing and possibly indicative of the bulging disc de-bulging a bit. But as the pain centers, it gets worse. Right now, there is no comfortable position sitting. Lying flat on the floor is the best position.
I talked with my doctor Monday, and made an appointment Wednesday with a neurosurgeon to talk about the possibility of surgery. The appointment to talk about it is not for two months – an indication of the back problems in St. Louis. But we’ll see if I can get in sooner to see what might be done.
So I’m battling pain while simultaneously being excited about the book, talking about the book, promoting the book, anticipating the print edition of the book. Did I mention I had a book published Monday?
We are also approaching the end of the remodeling project at our house. The kitchen was gutted and rebuilt. The powder room and master bathroom were gutted and rebuilt. The laundry room was gutted and is on the verge of being rebuilt. Old hardwood floors disappeared, replaced by new hardwood floors. All of the old carpeting upstairs and downstairs was replaced. The only room unaffected by all of this was the hall bathroom upstairs – and it had been remodeled a year ago.
My wife is exhausted. She has pulled off nothing short of a miracle. The picture above gives some idea of what the new kitchen looks like – and you can’t even see the butler’s pantry on the right. Our bathroom looks like a big wow.
Along the way, we learned some things. Like all of the stuff the original builder either didn’t do or jerryrigged. Like how the old mirror in the master bathroom was held in place by a screw into straight drywall with no anchoring support, and nearly came down on top of one of the workmen.
But it all has gradually come together. We’re near the end of the project. One day soon we will reclaim the garage for our cars – it’s been a workshop for almost three months.
Life has been a little bit crazy.
Now, let me tell you about that book.